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NEW-YORK  : 

aHSOH  D.  F.  RANDOLPH,  No.  770  BROADWAY. 

1866. 


"Una  tfje  ransonutr  of  tfje  Horn  sfjall  return, 
mti  rome  to  2ion  fcoitf)  songs  anfc  eberlasting  fcg 
upon  tfjeir  rjeaos :  trjeg  sfjall  ofctatn  jog  ano  filao- 
■uss,  anU  sorrofco  anti  stgfjinjj  stall  fUe  aioajj." 
—Isaiah  35 :  10. 


JOHN  A.  GRAY, 

TRINTER  AND   STEREOTYPKIJ, 
16  &  18  Jacob  St.,  N.  Y. 


PKIHGETOS 

CONTENTS. 


Abide  with  me !  Fast  falls  the  eventide, 60 

As  when  the  weary  traveller  gains, 20 

Be  still  my  heart ;  these  anxious  cares, 30 

Blessed  are  the  sons  of  God, 28 

Call  Jehovah  thy  salvation, 7 

Cheer  up,  desponding  soul, 3S 

Cheer  up,  my  soul,  there  is  a  mercy-seat, 45 

Come,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  wretched, 41 

Eternal  Source  of  every  joy, 23 

Fairest  Lord  Jesus, 42 

Father,  I  know  that  all  my  life, 11 

Father,  I  long,  I  faint  to  see, 74 

Feeble,  helpless,  how  shall  I, 53 

Forever  with  the  Lord,  oh  !  can  it  be, 71 

For  what  shall  I  praise  Thee,  my  God  and  my 

King, 46 

From  the  recesses  of  a  lowly  spirit, 54 

Go  and  tell  Jesus  why  thy  heart  is  full, 36 

God  that  mad'st  the  earth  and  heaven,   68 

Gracious  Jesus,  Lord  most  dear, 65 


Hail  tranquil  hour  of  closing  day, 22 

High  in  the  heavens,  eternal  God, 27 

I  am  weary  of  straying,  oh  !  fain  would  I  rest,. .  8 

I  come  to  Thee  to-night,  43 

In  the  mid  silence  of  the  voiceless  night, €2 

It  is  the  Lord,  enthroned  in  light, 81 

Jesus,  my  sorrow  lies  too  deep, 4S 

Jesus,  the  only  thought  of  Thee, 39 

Jesus,  the  sinner's  friend,  to  Thee, 47 

Just  as  thou  art,  without  one  trace, 51 

Lead, Saviour,  lead  amid  the  encircling  gloom,..  16 

Lord,  I  am  come  alone  with  Thee, 17 

Lord,  I  believe ;  Thy  power  I  own, 64 

My  faith  looks  up  to  Thee, 33 

My  Father's  home,  my  childhood's  dream, 72 

My  God,  accept  my  heart  this  day, 35 

My  God,  I  love  Thee,  not  because, 53 

My  God,  whose  gracious  pity  I  may  claim,  6 

My  life's  a  shade  ;  my  days, 73 

My  prayer  to  the  promise  shall  cling, 3 

My  Saviour,  on  the  word  of  truth, ..  61 

My  spirit  longeth  for  Thee, .      ...  37 

My  spirit  on  Thy  care, 56 

Nay,  I  can  not  let  Thee  go, 10 

New  every  morning  is  the  love, 13 

No,  no,  it  is  not  dying, 70 

Now  to  the  Lord  a  noble  song, 32 

Oh  !  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul, 69 

Oh  !  how  the  thought  of  God  attracts, 21 

Oh  !  it  is  hard  to  work  for  God, 9 

0  Lord  !  how  happy  should  we  be 59 


VI 


One  prayer  I  have,  all  prayers  in  one, 84 

One  sweetly  solemn  thought, 5 

0  Thou!  by  long  experience  tried,   44 

0  Thou  !  from  whom  all  mercy  springs, 12 

0  Thou  !  that  hear'st  the  prayers  of  faith, 29 

0  Thou  !  whose  gently  chastening  hand, 4 

Our  Father  !  through  the  coming  year,   1 

Poor  and  needy  though  I  be, 55 

Still,  still  with  Thee  when  purple  morning  break- 

eth, 19 

Sweet  is  the  light  of  Sabbath  eve, 20 

Teach  me,  my  God  and  King, 25 

That  mystic  word  of  Thine,  0  sovereign  Lord, . .   5  ) 

The  wanderer  no  more  shall  roam, 52 

Thou  boundless  source  of  every  good, 15 

Though  some  good  things  of  lower  worth,   67 

Thy  home  is  with  the  humble,  Lord, 49 

Thy  way,  not  mine,  0  Lord, 2 

Thy  will  be  done.    In  devious  way, 13 

'Tis  gone,  that  bright  and  orbed  blaze,  14 

Vainly  through  night's  weary  hours, 24 

Weary,  Lord,  of  struggling  here, 40 

We  would  see  Jesus,  for  the  shadows  lengthen,  .    70 

What  is  this  that  steals  upon  my  frame, 75 

When  wakened  by  Thy  voice  of  power,    .r»7 

While  dead  in  trespasses  I  lie, 03 

¥es,  I  do  feel,  my  God,  that  I  am  Thine, 06 


••  ^rafse  ge  t$e  Hortj :  for  ft  is  flooti  to  sfnjj 
praises  unto  our  CSotJ ;  for  it  is  pleasant;  auto 
praise  is  comelfi."— Psalm  14T:  1. 


-pRGPERTV 

BINCETOK 

log: 


41  It  is  not  in  man  that  walketh  to  direct  his  steps.** 

Jer.  10  :  23. 

Our  Father!  through  the  coming  year 
We  know  not  what  shall  be  ; 

But  we  would  leave  without  a  fear 
Its  ordering  all  to  Thee. 

It  may  be  we  shall  toil  in  vain 
For  what  the  world  holds  fair ; 

And  all  the  good  we  thought  to  gain, 
Deceive  and  prove  but  care. 

It  may  be  it  shall  darkly  blend 

Our  love  with  anxious  fears, 
And  snatch  away  the  valued  friend, 

The  tried  of  many  years. 


It  may  be  it  shall  bring  us  days 
And  nights  of  lingering  pain ; 

And  bid  us  take  a  farewell  gaze 
Of  these  loved  haunts  of  men. 

But  calmly,  Lord,  on  Thee  we  rest ; 

No  fears  our  trust  shall  move ; 
Thou  knowest  what  for  each  is  best, 

And  Thou  art  Perfect  Love. 

GASKELL. 


«*  Thou  wilt  show  me  the  path  of  life."    Psalm  16 :  11. 

Thy  way,  not  mine,  0  Lord ! 

However  dark  it  be  ; 
Lead  me  by  Thine  own  hand, 

Choose  out  the  path  for  me. 

Smooth  let  it  be,  or  rough, 

It  will  be  still  the  best ; 
Winding  or  straight,  it  matters  not, 

It  leads  me  to  Thy  rest. 

I  dare  not  choose  my  lot, 

I  would  not  if  I  might ; 
Choose  Thou  for  me,  0  God  I 

So  shall  I  walk  aright. 


9 

The  kingdom  that  I  seek 

Is  Thiue  ;  so  let  the  way 
That  leads  to  it  be  Thine, 

Else  1  must  surely  stray. 

Take  Thou  my  cup,  and  it 

With  joy  or  sorrow  fill, 
As  best  to  Thee  may  seem ; 

Choose  Thou  my  good  and  ill. 

Choose  Thou  for  me  my  friends, 

My  sickness  or  my  health ; 
Choose  Thou  my  cares  for  me, 

My  poverty  or  wealth. 

Not  mine,  not  mine  the  choice 

In  things  or  great  or  small ; 
Be  Thou  my  guide,  my  strength, 

My  wisdom  and  my  all. 

H.  BOXAR. 


3. 

uIf  ye  shall  ask  anything  in  my  name,  I  will  do  it." 

John  14:  14. 

My  prayer  to  the  promise  shall  cling — 
I  will  not  give  heed  to  a  doubt ; 

For  I  ask  for  the  one  needful  thing 
V»rhich  I  can  not  be  happy  without 


10 

A  spirit  of  lowly  repose 

In  the  love  of  the  Lamb  that  was  slain 
A  heart  to  be  touched  with  His  woes, 

And  a  care  not  to  grieve  Him  again  ; 

The  peace  that  my  Saviour  has  bought, 
The  cheerfulness  nothing  can  dim, 

The  love  that  can  bring  every  thought 
Into  perfect  obedience  to  Him  ; 

The  wisdom  His  mercy  to  own 

In  the  way  he  directs  me  to  take — 

To  glory  in  Jesus  alone, 

And  to  love  and  do  good  for  His  sake 

All  this  Thou  hast  offered  to  me 
In  the  promise  whereon  I  will  rest ; 

For  faith,  0  my  Saviour !  in  Thee, 
Is  the  substance  of  all  my  request. 

Thy  word  has  commanded  my  prayer, 
Thy  Spirit  has  taught  me  to  pray ; 

And  all  my  unholy  despair 
Is  ready  to  vanish  away. 

Thou  wilt  not  be  weary  of  me, 

Thy  promise  my  faith  shall  sustain ; 

And  soon,  very  soon  shall  I  see 
I  have  not  been  asking  in  vain. 

ANNA  L.  WARING 


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4. 

"Now  no  chastening  for  tLe  present  seemeth  to 
be  joyous,  but  grievous:  nevertheless,  afterward 
it  yieldeth  the  peaceable  fruit  of  righteousness  unto 
them  which  are  exercised  thereby."   Heb.  12:11. 

0  Thou  whose  gently  chastening  hand 
In  mercy  deals  the  blow  I 

Make  but  Thy  servant  understand 
"Wherefore  Thou  layest  me  low  ! 

1  ask  Thee  not  the  rod  to  spare 
"While  thus  Thy  love  I  see  ; 

But  oh  !  let  every  suffering  bear 
Some  message,  Lord,  from  Thee  I 

Perhaps  an  erring  wish  I  knew 

To  read  my  future  fate, 
And  Thou  wouldst  say:  "Thy  days  are  few, 

And  vain  thy  best  estate." 

Perhaps  Thy  glory  seemed  my  choice, 

While  I  secured  my  own, 
And  thus  my  kind  Reprover's  voice 

Tells  me  He  works  alone ! 

Oh !  silence  Thou  this  murmuring  will, 

Nor  bid  Thy  rough  wind  stay. 
Till  with  a  furnace  hotter  still 

My  dross  is  purged  away ! 


12 


"  Here  have  we  no  continuing  city,  but  we  seek 
one  to  come."    Heb.  13 :  14. 

One  sweetly  solemn  thought 
Comes  to  me  o'er  and  o'er : 

I'm  nearer  home  to-day 
Than  I've  ever  been  before. 

Nearer  my  Father's  house, 
"Where  many  mansions  be  ; 

Nearer  the  great  white  throne, 
Nearer  the  jasper  sea  ; 

Nearer  the  bound  of  life, 

Where  we  lay  our  burdens  down  ; 
Nearer  leaving  my  cross, 

Nearer  wearing  my  crown. 

But  lying  darkly  between, 

Winding  down  through  the  nighty 

Is  that  dim  and  unknown  stream 
Which  leads  at  last  to  light. 

Father !  perfect  my  trust, 
Strengthen  my  feeble  faith ; 

Let  me  feel  as  if  I  trod 

The  shore  of  the  River  Deaths 


Carey. 


13 

For  even  now  my  feet 

May  stand  upon  its  brink- 

I  may  be  nearer  home, 
Nearer  now  than  I  think. 


6. 


"When  my  spirit  was  overwhelmed  within   me, 
then  Thou  knewest  my  path.1"    Psalm  142  :  3. 


My  God,  whose  gracious  pity  I  may  claim, 
Calling     Thee      Father — sweet,     endearing 

name — 
The  sufferings  of  this  weak  and  weary  frame 
All,  all  are  known  to  Thee. 

From  human  eye  'tis  better  to  conceal 
Much  that  I  suffer,  much  I  hourly  feel ; 
But  oh!    this  thought  does  tranquillize  and 
heal — 

All,  all  is  known  to  Thee. 


Each  secret  conflict  with  indwelling  sin, 
Each  sickening  fear  I  ne'er  the  prize  shall  win ; 
Each  pang  from  irritation,  turmoil,  din, 
All,  all,  is  known  to  Thee. 


14 

"When  in  the  morning  unrefreshed  I  wake, 
Or  in  the  night  but  little  sleep  I  take, 
This  brief  appeal,  submissively  I  make — 
AH,  all  is  known  to  Thee. 


Nay,  all  by  Thee  is  ordered,  chosen,  planned ; 
Each  drop  that  fills  my  daily  cup,  Thy  hand 
Prescribes  for  ills  none  else  can  understand. 
All,  all  is  known  to  Thee. 


The  effectual  means  to  hate  what  I  deplore, 
In  me  Thy  longed-for  likeness  to  restore ; 
Self  to  dethrone,  never  to  govern  more — 
All,  all  are  known  to  Thee. 


And  this  continual  feebleness — this  state 
Which  seemeth  to  unnerve  and  incapacitate— 
"Will  work  the  cure  my  hopes  and  fears  await. 
That  can  I  leave  to  Thee. 


And  welcome,  precious,  can  Thy  Spirit  make 
My  little  drop  of  suffering  for  Thy  sake ; 
Father,  the  cup  I  drink,  the  path  I  take- 
All,  all  is  to  known  to  Theo. 


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7. 


"  He  that  dwelleth  in  the  secret  place  of  the  Most 
High  Bhall  abide  under  the  shadow  of  the  Al- 
mighty."   Psalm  91 : 1. 


Call  Jehovah  thy  salvation, 

Rest  beneath  the  Almighty's  shade, 
In  His  secret  habitation 

Dwell,  nor  ever  be  dismayed  ; 
There  no  tumult  can  alarm  thee, 

Thou  shalt  dread  no  hidden  snare ; 
Guile  nor  violence  can  harm  thee, 

In  eternal  safeguard  there. 


From  the  sword,  at  noon-day  wasting, 

From  the  noisome  pestilence, 
In  the  depth  of  midnight  blasting, 

God  shall  be  thy  sure  defense. 
Fear  not  thou  the  deadly  quiver, 

When  a  thousand  feel  the  blow ; 
Mercy  shall  thy  soul  deliver, 

Though  ten  thousand  be  laid  low. 


Thee,  though  winds  and  waves  be  swelling,, 
God,  thine  hope,  shall  bear  through  all, 

Plague  shall  not  come  near  thy  dwelling, 
Thee  no  evil  shall  befall : 


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He  shall  charge  His  angel-legions 
Watch  and  ward  o'er  thee  to  keep, 

Though  thou  walk  in  hostile  regions, 
Though  in  desert  wilds  thou  sleep. 

Since,  with  pure  and  true  affection, 

Thou  on  God  hast  set  thy  love, 
With  the  wings  of  His  protection 

He  will  shield  thee  from  above  : 
Thou  shalt  call  on  Him  in  trouble, 

He  will  hearken,  He  will  save ; 
Here  for  grief  reward  thee  double, 

Crown  with  life  beyond  the  grave. 

MONTGOMERY. 


8. 


"For  they  that  say  such  things,  declare  plainly 
that  they  seek  a  country."    Hebrews  11  :  14. 


I  am  weary  of  straying — oh !  fain  would  I 

rest, 
In  the  far  distant  land  of  the  pure  and  the 

blest ; 
Where  sin  can  no  longer  her  blandishments 

spread, 
Arjd  tears  and  temptation  forever  have  fled. 


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I  am  weary  of  hoping — where  hope  is  un- 
true: 

As  fair  but  as  fleeting  as  morning's  bright 
dew; 

I  long  for  that  land  whose  blest  promise  alone 

Is  changeless  and  sure  as  eternity's  throne. 

I  am  weary  of  sighing  o'er  sorrows  of  earth, 

O'er  joy's  glowing  visions  that  fade  at  their 
birth ; 

O'er  the  pangs  of  the  loved,  that  we  can  not 
assuage ; 

O'er  the  blightings  of  youth,  and  the  weak- 
ness of  age. 

I  am  weary  of  loving  what  passes  away — 
The  sweetest,  the  dearest,   alas!   may  not 

stay; 
I  long  for  that  land  where  these  partings  are 

o'er 
And  death  and  the  tomb  can  divide  hearts 

no  more. 

I  am  weary,  my  Saviour,  of  grieving  Thy 
love  ; 

Oh !  when  shall  I  rest  in  Thy  presence 
above  ? 

I  am  weary — but  oh  !  let  me  never  repine, 

While  Thy  word  and  Thy  love  and  Thy  pro- 
mise are  mine. 

SONGS  IN  THE  NIGHT, 


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9. 

"  He  that  overcometh  shall  inherit  all  things,  and 
I  will  be  his  God  and  he  shall  be  my  son."   Rev.  21 :  7 

Oh !  it  is  hard  to  work  for  God. 

To  rise  and  take  His  part 
Upon  this  battle-field  of  earth, 

And  not  sometimes  lose  heart. 

He  hides  Himself  so  wondrously 

As  though  there  were  no  God ; 
He  is  least  seen  when  all  the  powers 

Of  ill  are  most  abroad. 

It  is  not  so,  but  so  it  looks ; 

And  we  lose  courage  then  ; 
And  doubts  will  come  if  God  hath  kept 

His  promises  to  men. 

Ah  I  God  is  other  than  we  think, 

His  ways  are  far  above, 
Far  beyond  reason's  height,  and  reached 

Only  by  childlike  love. 

Workmen  of  God  !  oh !  lose  not  heart, 

But  learn  what  God  is  like  ; 
And  in  the  darkest  battle-field 

Thou  shalt  know  where  to  strike. 


19 

Oh !  blest  is  he  to  whom  is  giveL. 

The  instinct  that  can  tell 
That  God  is  on  the  field,  when  He 

Is  most  invisible. 

And  blessed  is  he  who  can  divine 
Where  real  right  doth  lie, 

And  dares  to  take  the  side  that  seem 
"Wrong  to  man's  blindfold  eye  1 


10. 

44  I  will  not  let  Thee  go,  except  Thou  bless  me." 
Gen.  32  :  2fc. 

*  Nay,  I  can  not  let  Thee  go, 
Till  a  blessing  Thou  bestow  ; 
Do  not  turn  away  Thy  face — 
Mine's  an  urgent,  pressing  ca3e  ! 

Dost  Thou  ask  me  who  I  am  ? 

Ah !  my  Lord,  Thou  know'st  my  name  f 

Yet  the  question  gives  a  plea, 

To  support  my  suit  with  Thee. 

Thou  didst  once  a  wretch  behold, 
In  rebellion  blindly  bold, 
Scorn  Thy  grace,  Thy  power  defy  •-• 
That  poor  rebel,  Lord,  was  I. 


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Once  a  sinner  near  despair, 
Sought  thy  mercy-seat  by  prayer; 
Mercy  heard  and  set  him  free — 
Lord,  that  mercy  came  to  me. 

Many  years  have  passed  since  then, 
Many  changes  I  have  seen, 
Yet  have  been  upheld  till  now ; 
"Who  could  hold  me  up  but  Thou  ? 

Thou  hast  helped  in  every  need  ; 
This  emboldens  me  to  plead ; 
After  so  much  mercy  past, 
Canst  Thou  let  me  sink  at  last  ? 

No — I  must  maintain  my  hold — 
?Tis  Thy  goodness  makes  me  bold ; 
I  can  no  denial  take, 
When  I  plead  for  Jesus'  sake. 

J.  Newtox. 


11. 

11 1  have  learned  in  whatsoever  state  I  am,  there- 
with to  be  content."    Phil.  4  :  11. 

Father,  I  know  that  all  my  life 

Is  portioned  out  for  me, 
And  the  changes  that  will  surely  come, 

I  do  not  fear  to  see  : 
But  I  ask  Thee  for  a  present  mind, 

Intent  on  pleasing  Thee. 


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I  ask  Thee  for  a  thoughtful  love, 
Through  constant  watching  wise, 

To  meet  the  glad  with  joyful  smiles, 
And  to  wipe  the  weeping  eyes  j 

And  a  heart  at  leisure  from  itself, 
To  soothe  and  sympathize. 

I  ask  Thee  for  the  daily  strength, 

To  none  who  ask  denied  ; 
And  a  mind  to  blend  with  outward  life, 

While  keeping  at  Thy  side, 
Content  to  fill  a  little  space, 

If  Thou  be  glorified. 

And  if  some  things  I  do  not  ask 

In  my  cup  of  blessing  be, 
I  would  have  my  spirit  filled  the  more 

With  grateful  love  to  Thee — 
And  careful  less  to  serve  Thee  much, 

Than  to  please  Thee  perfectly. 

In  a  service  which  Thy  love  appoints, 

There  are  no  bonds  for  me, 
For  my  inmost  soul  is  taught  "  the  truth," 

That  makes  Thy  children  "free;" 
And  a  life  of  self-renouncing  love 

Is  a  life  of  liberty. 

AXXA  L.  WARING. 


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12. 

"  Call  upon  me  in  the  day  of  trouble  :  I  will  deliver 
thee,  and  thou  shalt  glorify  me."    Psalm  50  :  15. 

0  Thou  from  whom  all  mercy  springs  I 
Compassionate  my  sufferings, 

And  pity  me 

That  trust  in  Thee  ! 
Oh !  shelter  with  Thy  shady  wings, 

Until  these  storms  of  woe 

Clear  up  or  overblow. 

Thee  I  invoke,  0  Thou  most  High, 
Thou  All-performer !  from  the  sky 

Thy  angels  send ; 

Let  them  defend 
My  soul  from  him  that  would  destroy : 

Oh  I  send  Thy  mercy  down — 

With  truth  Thy  promise  crown  ! 

SANDYS. 


13. 

v    "It  is  of  the  Lord's  mercies  that  we  are  not  con- 
sumed, because  His   compassions  fail    not.      They 
are  new  every  morning ;   great  is  Thy  faithfulness  " 
Lam  3  :  22,  23- 

New  every  morning  is  the  love 
Our  wakening  and  uprising  prove  ; 
Through  sleep  and  darkness  safely  brought, 
Restored  to  life  and  power  and  thought. 


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New  mercies  each  returning  day, 

Hover  around  us  while  we  pray; 

New  perils  past,  new  sins  forgiven, 

New  thoughts  of  God,  new  hopes  of  heaven 

If  in  our  daily  course  our  mind 
Be  set  to  hallow  all  we  find, 
New  treasures  still,  of  countless  price, 
God  will  provide  for  sacrifice. 

Old  friends,  old  scenes  will  lovelier  be 
As  more  of  heaven  in  each  we  see : 
Some  softening  gleam  of  love  and  prayer 
Shall  dawn  on  every  cross  and  care. 

We  need  not  bid,  for  cloistered  cell, 
Our  neighbor  and  our  work  farewell, 
Nor  strive  to  wind  ourselves  too  high 
For  sinful  man  beneath  the  sky. 

The  trivial  round,  the  common  task, 
Would  furnish  all  we  ought  to  ask ; 
Room  to  deny  ourselves  ;  a  road 
To  bring  us,  daily,  nearer  God. 

Seek  we  no  more  ;  content  with  these, 
Let  present  rapture,  comfort,  ease, 
As  Heaven  shall  bid  them,  come  and  go  • 
The  secret  this,  of  rest  below. 


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Only,  0  Lord !  in  Thy  dear  love 
Fit  us  for  perfect  rest  above ; 
And  help  us  this  and  every  day 
To  live  more  nearly  as  we  pray. 

KEBLE, 


14. 

"Abide  with  us  ;  for  it  is  toward  evening,  and  the 
iay  is  far  spent."    Luke  24  :  29. 

'Tis  gone,  that  bright  and  orbed  blaze 
Fast  fading  from  our  wistful  gaze  ; 
Yon  mantling  cloud  has  hid  from  sight 
The  last  faint  pulse  of  quivering  night. 

Sun  of  my  soul  I  Thou  Saviour  dear, 
It  is  not  night  if  Thou  art  near : 
Oh !  may  no  earth-born  cloud  arise 
To  hide  Thee  from  Thy  servant's  eyes. 

When  the  soft  dews  of  kindly  sleep 
My  wearied  eyelids  gently  steep, 
Be  my  last  thought,  how  sweet  to  rest 
Forever  on  my  Saviour's  breast. 

Abide  with  me  from  morn  till  eve, 
For  without  Thee  I  can  not  live  : 
Abide  with  me  when  night  is  nigh, 
For  without  Thee  I  dare  not  die. 


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If  some  poor  wandering  child  of  Thine, 
Have  spurned,  to-day,  the  voice  divine, 
Now  Lurd,  the  gracious  work  begin ; 
Let  him  lie  down  no  more  in  sin. 

Watch  by  the  sick :  enrich  the  poor 
"With  blessings  from  Thy  boundless  store  : 
Be  every  mourner's  sleep  to-night, 
Like  infant's  slumbers  pure  and  light. 

Come  near  and  bless  us  when  we  wake, 
Ere  through  the  world  our  way  we  take ; 
Till  in  the  ocean  of  Thy  love, 
We  lose  ourselves  in  heaven  above. 

KEBLE. 


15. 

"In  all  thy  ways  acknowledge  Him,  and  He  shall 
direct  thy  paths."    Proy.  3 :  6. 

Thou  boundless  Source  of  every  good  1 

Our  best  desires  fulfill : 
Help  us  to  adore  Thy  sovereign  grace, 

And  mark  Thy  sovereign  will. 

In  all  Thy  mercies  may  our  souls 
Tlw  bounteous  goodness  see ; 

Nor  let  the  gifts  Thy  grace  imparts 
Kstiange  our  hearts  from  Thee. 


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Teach,  us  in  time  of  deep  distress, 

To  own  Thy  hand,  0  God  ! 
And  in  submissive  silence  learn 

The  lessons  of  Thy  rod. 

In  every  changing  scene  of  life, 

Whate'er  that  scene  may  be, 
Give  us  a  meek  and  humble  mind, 

A  mind  at  peace  with  Thee. 

Do  Thou  direct  our  souls  aright ; 

Help  us  Thy  name  to  fear : 
Oh !  give  us  grace  to  wratch  and  pray, 

And  strength  to  persevere. 

Then  may  we  close  our  eyes  in  death. 

Free  from  distracting  care ; 
For  death  is  life — and  labor  rest, 

If  Thou  art  with  us  there. 

pratt's  coll. 


16, 

"  I  will  lead  them  in  paths  they  have  not  known." 

Is.42:  1G. 

Lead,  Saviour,  lead,  amid  the  encircling  gloom 

Lead  Thou  me  on : 
The  night  is  dark,  and  I  am  far  from  home, 

Lead  Thou  me  on. 
Keep  Thou  my  feet,  I  do  not  ask  to  see 
The  distant  scene — one  step  enough  for  me. 


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1  was  not  ever  thus,  nor  prayed  that  Thou 

ShoulcTst  lead  me  on ; 
I  loved  to  choose  and  see  my  path,  but  now 

Lead  Thou  me  on. 
I  loved  the  glare  of  day,  and,  spite  of  fears, 
Pride  ruled  my  will:  remember  not  past  yearn 

Sc  long  Thy  power  hath  blessed  me — sure  it 
still 
Will  lead  me  on, 
O'er  vale  and  hill,  through  stream  and  tor- 
rent, till 

The  night  is  gone, 
And,  with  the  morn,  those  angel-faces  smile 
Which  I  have  loved  long  since,  and  lost  awhile. 
boxar's  hymn  book. 


17. 

M  Draw  nigh  to  God  and  He  will  draw  nigh  to  you." 

Jambs  4:  3. 

Lord,  I  am  come  alone  with  Thee  ! 
Thy  voice  to  hear,  Thy  face  to  see, 

And  feel  Thy  presence  near ; 
It  is  not  fancy's  lovely  dream, 
Though  wondrous  e'en  to  faith  it  seem 

That  Thou  dost  wait  me  here. 


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A  moment  from  this  outward  life, 
Its  service,  self-denial,  strife, 

I  joyfully  retreat ; 
My  soul  through  intercourse  with  Thee 
Strengthened,  refreshed,  and  calmed  shall  be, 

Its  scenes  again  to  meet. 

How  sweet,  how  solemn  thus  to  lie 
And  feel  Jehovah's  searching  eye 

On  me  well  pleased  can  rest ! 
Because  with  His  Beloved  Son, 
The  Father's  grace  has  made  me  one, 

I  must  be  always  blest. 

The  secret  pangs  I  could  not  tell 

To  dearest  friend — Thou  knowest  well; 

They  claim  Thy  gracious  heart ; 
Thou  dost  remove  with  tender  care, 
Or  sweetly  give  me  strength  to  bear 

The  sanctifying  smart. 

Thou  knowest  I  have  a  cross  to  bear ; 
The  needful  stroke  Thou  dost  not  spare, 

To  keep  me  near  Thy  side ; 
But  when  I  see  the  chastening  rod 
In  Thy  pierced  hand,  my  Lord,  my  God  I 

I  feel  so  satisfied ! 

Now,  while  I  tell  Thee  how,  within, 
I  oft  indulge  my  bosom  sin, 
How  faithless  oft  I  prove ; 


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No  cold  repulse,  no  frown  I  meet, 
But  tender,  soul-subduing,  sweet 
Is  the  rebuke  of  Love. 

18. 

••  Not  my  will,  but  Thine  be  done."  Luke  22 :  42. 

Thy  will  be  done  !     In  devious  way 

The  hurrying  stream  of  life  may  run  ; 

Yet  still  our  grateful  hearts  shall  say, 

Thy  will  be  done  ! 

Thy  will  be  done  !     If  o'er  us  shine 
A  gladdening  and  a  prosperous  sun, 
This  prayer  shall  make  it  more  divine  : 
Thy  will  be  done  ! 

Thy  will  be  done  !     Though  shrouded  o'er 
Our  path  with  gloom,  one  comfort,  one 
Is  ours — to  breathe,  while  we  adore, 
Thy  will  be  done  ! 

BO  WRING. 

19. 

"  When  I  awake  I  am  still  with  Thee."    Ps.  139 :  IS. 

Still,  still  with  Thee — when  purple  morning 
breaketh, 
When  the  bird  waketh,  ana  the  shadows 
flee; 


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Fairer  than  morning,  lovelier  than  the  day- 
light, 
Dawns  the  sweet  consciousness  I  am  with 
Thee! 

Alone  with  Thee — amid  the  mystic  shadows, 
The  solemn  hush  of  nature  newly  born; 

Alone  with  Thee  in  breathless  adoration, 
In  the  calm  dew  and  freshness  of  the  morn 

As  in  the  dawning  o'er  the  waveless  ocean, 
The  image  of  the  morning  star  doth  rest, 

So  in  this  stillness  ThoU  beholdest  only 
Thine  image  in  the  waters  of  my  breast. 

Still,  still  with  Thee!  as  to  each  new-born 
morning, 
A  fresh  and  solemn  splendor  still  is  given, 
So  doth  this  blessed  consciousness  awaking, 
Breathe,  each  day,  nearness  unto  Thee  and 
heaven. 


"When   sinks  the  soul,  subdued  by  toil,  to 
slumber, 
Its  closing  eye  looks  up  to  Thee  in  prayer; 
Sweet  the  repose  beneath  Thy  wings  o'er- 
shading, 
But  sweeter  still  to  wake  and  find  Thee 
there. 


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So  shall  it  be  at  last  on  that  bright  morning 
"When  the  soul  waketh  and  life's  shadows 
flee; 
Oh!    in   that  hour,    fairer    than    daylight's 
dawning, 
Shall  rise  the  glorious  thought,  I  am  with 
Thee  I 

H.  B.  STOWE. 


20. 

"  Let  us  run  with  patience  the  race  set  before  us 
In  the  Gospel."    Heb.  12:1. 

As  when  the  weary  traveller  gains 
The  height  of  some  o'erlooking  hill, 

His  heart  revives,  if  'cross  the  plains 
He  eyes  his  home,  though  distant  still. 

While  he  surveys  the  much-loved  spot, 
He  slights  the  space  that  lies  between ; 

His  past  fatigues  are  now  forgot, 
Because  his  journey's  end  is  seen. 

Thus,  when  the  Christian  pilgrim  views, 
By  faith,  his  mansion  in  the  skies, 

The  sight  his  fainting  strength  renews. 
And  wings  his  speed  to  reach  the  pn^e. 


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The  thought  of  home  his  spirit  cheers, 
No  more  he  grieves  for  troubles  past: 

Nor  any  future  trial  fears, 
So  he  may  safe  arrive  at  last. 

'Tis  there,  he  says,  I  am  to  dwell 
With  Jesus  in  the  realms  of  day ; 

Then  I  shall  bid  my  cares  farewell, 
And  He  shall  wipe  my  tears  away. 

Jesus,  on  Thee  our  hope  depends 
To  lead  us  on  to  Thine  abode : 

Assured  our  home  will  make  amends 
Por  all  the  trials  on  the  road. 

NEWTON. 


21. 

**  My  meditation  of  Him  shall   be    sweet:  I  will 
be  glad  in  the  Lord."    Psalm  1u4  :  34. 

Oh!  how  the  thought  of  God  attracts 
And  draws  the  heart  from  earth, 

And  sickens  it  of  passing  shows 
And  dissipating  mirth  I 

God  only  is  the  creature's  home, 
Though  long  and  rough  the  road 

Yet  nothing  less  can  satisfy 
The  love  that  longs  for  God. 


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How  little  of  that  road,  my  soul ! 

How  little  hast  thou  gone  ! 
Take  heart,  and  let  the  thought  of  God 

Allure  thee  further  on. 

Dole  not  thy  duties  out  to  God, 

But  let  thy  hand  be  free : 
Look  long  at  Jesus :  His  own  blood, 

How  was  it  dealt  to  thee  ? 

The  perfect  way  is  hard  to  flesh ; 

It  is  not  hard  to  love  ; 
If  thou  wert  sick  for  want  of  God, 

How  swiftly  wouldst  thou  move ! 

Be  docile  to  thy  unseen  Guide, 
Love  Him  as  He  loves  thee  ; 

Time  and  obedience  are  enough, 
And  thou  like  Him  shalt  be  1 

FABER. 


22. 

M  And  Isaac  went  out  to  meditate  in  the  field  at 
the  even-tide/'    Gen.  24  :  63. 

Hail,  tranquil  hour  of  closing  day! 

Begone  disturbing  care  I 
And  look,  my  soul,  from  earth  away 

To  Him  who  hcareth  prayer. 


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How  sweet  the  tear  of  penitence 

Before  His  throne  of  grace, 
While,  to  the  contrite  spirit's  sense, 

He  shows  a  smiling  face. 

How  sweet,  through  long-remembered  years 

His  mercies  to  recall, 
And  pressed  with  wants  and  griefs  and  fears 

To  trust  His  love  for  all. 

How  sweet  to  look,  in  thoughtful  hope, 

Beyond  this  fading  sky, 
And  hear  Him  call  His  children  up 

To  His  fair  home  on  high. 

Calmly  the  day  forsakes  our  heaven 

To  dawn  beyond  the  west ; 
So  let  my  soul,  in  life's  last  even, 

Retire  to  glorious  rest. 

L.  bacon. 

23. 

11  The  Lord  is  good  to  all :  and  His  tender  mercies 
are  over  all  His  works.  All  Thy  works  shall 
praise  Thee,  0  Lord ;  and  Thy  saints  shall  bless 
Thee."    Psalm  145  : 9, 10. 

Eternal  Source  of  every  joy ! 
Well  may  Thy  praise  our  lips  employ, 
While  in  Thy  presence  we  appear, 
Whose  goodn-ess  crowns  the  circling  year. 


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"While,  as  the  wheels  of  nature  roll, 
Thy  hand  supports  the  steady  pole ; 
The  sun  is  taught  by  Thee  to  rise, 
And  darkness  when  to  veil  the  skies. 

The  flowery  spring  at  Thy  command, 
Embalms  the  air  and  paints  the  land ; 
The  summer  rays  with  vigor  shine 
To  raise  the  corn,  and  cheer  the  vine. 

Thy  hand  in  autumn  richly  pours 
Through  all  our  coasts,  abundant  stores ; 
And  winters  softened  by  Thy  care, 
No  more  a  face  of  horror  wear. 

Seasons  and  months  and  weeks  and  days, 
Demand  successive  songs  of  praise ; 
To  Thee  be  grateful  homage  paid, 
By  morning  ligbt  and  evening  shade. 

DODDRIDGE. 


24. 

"  Exctpt  the  Lord  build  the  house,  they  labor  in 
rain  that  build  it :  except  the  Lord  keep  the  city, 
the  watchman  waketh  but  in  vain."    Ps.  127  :  1. 

Vainly  through  night's  wean-  hours. 
Keep  we  watch  lest  foes  alarm ; 

Vain  our  bulwarks  and  our  towers, 
But  for  God's  protecting  arm 


36 

Vain  were  all  our  toil  and  labor, 
Did  not  God  that  labor  bless : 

Tain  without  His  grace  and  favor, 
Every  talent  we  possess. 

Yainer  still  the  hope  of  heaven, 
That  on  human  strength  relies ; 

But  to  him  shall  help  be  given, 
Who  in  humble  faith  applies. 

Seek  we  then  the  Lord's  Anointed, 
He  will  grant  us  peace  and  rest ; 

Ne'er  was  suppliant  disappointed, 

Who  through  Christ  his  prayer  addressed, 
H.  F.  Lyte. 


25. 

"Whatsoever  ye  do,  do  all  to  the  glory  of  God." 
1  Cor.  10  :  81 

Teach  me,  my  God  and  King, 

In  all  things  Thee  to  see, 
And  what  I  do  in  any  thing, 

To  do  it  as  for  Thee. 

A  man  that  looks  on  glass, 

On  it  may  stay  his  eye ; 
Or  if  he  pleaseth,  through  it  pass, 

And  then  the  heavens  espy. 


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All  may  of  Thee  partake  ; 

Nothing  can  be  so  mean, 
Which  with  this  tincture  (for  Thy  sake) 

Will  not  grow  bright  and  clean. 

A  servant,  with  this  clause, 

Makes  drudgery  divine : 
Who  sweeps  a  room  as  for  Thy  laws, 

Makes  that  and  the  action  fine. 

This  is  the  famous  stone 

That  turneth  all  to  gold : 
For  that  winch  God  doth  touch  and  own, 

Can  not  for  less  be  told. 

HERBERT. 


26. 

**  It  is  good  for  me  to  draw  near  to  God."  Ps.  73 :  23. 

Sweet  is  the  light  of  Sabbath  eve. 

And  soft  the  sunbeams  lingering  there ; 
For  these  blest  hours  the  world  I  leave, 

Wafted  on  wings  of  faith  and  prayer. 

The  time,  how  lovely  and  how  still ! 

Fcaee  smiles  and  shines  on  all  below ; 
The  plain,  the  stream,  the  wood,  the  hill, 

All  fair  with  evening's  setting  glow. 


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Season  of  rest !  the  tranquil  soul 

Feels  the  sweet  calm  and  melts  in  love ; 

And  while  these  sacred  moments  roll, 
Faith  sees  a  smiling  heaven  above. 

Nor  will  our  days  of  toil  be  long, 
Our  pilgrimage  will  soon  be  trod ; 

And  we  shall  join  the  ceaseless  song, 
The  endless  Sabbath  of  our  G-od. 

EDMESTON. 

27. 

"  Thy  mercy  0  Lord,  is  in  the  heavens  ;  and  Thy 

faithfulness  reacheth  unto  the  clouds.    With  Thee 

is  the  fountain  of  life  :  in  Thy  light  we  shall  see  light." 

Psalm  36:  5, 9. 

High  in  the  heavens,  eternal  God, 
Thy  goodness  in  full  glory  shines ; 

Thy  truth  shall  break  through  every  cloud 
That  veils  and  darkens  Thy  designs. 

Forever  firm  Thy  justice  stands, 

As  mountains  their  foundations  keep; 

Wise  are  the  wonders  of  Thy  hands ; 
Thy  judgments  are  a  mighty  deep. 

Thy  providence  is  kind  and  large ; 

Both  man  and  beast  Thy  bounty  share ; 
The  whole  creation  is  Thy  charge, 

But  saints  r;re  Thy  peculiar  care. 


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My  G-od,  how  excellent  Thy  grace  ! 

Whence  all  our  hope  and  comfort  springs ; 
The  sons  of  Adam,  in  distress, 

Fly  to  the  shadow  of  Thy  wings. 

From  the  provisions  of  Thy  house, 
We  shall  be  fed  with  sweet  repast ; 

There  mercy  like  a  river  flows, 
And  brings  salvation  to  our  taste. 

Life  like  a  fountain  rich  and  free, 

Springs  from  the  presence  of  my  Lord, 

And  in  Thy  light  our  souls  shall  see 
The  glories  promised  in  Thy  word. 

WATTS. 


28. 

u  Now  are  we  the  sons  of  God,  and  it  doth  not  yet 
appear  what  we  shall  be."    1  John  3  :  2. 

Blessed  are  the  sons  of  God ; 
They  are  bought  with  Jesus'  blood, 
They  are  ransomed  from  the  grave, 
Life  eternal  they  shall  have : 
With  the oa  numbered  may  we  be 
Here  and  in  eternity. 

They  are  justified  by  grace, 
They  enjoy  the  Saviours  peace ; 


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All  their  sins  are  washed  away, 
They  shall  stand  in  God's  great  day : 
With  them  numbered  may  we  be 
Here  and  in  eternity. 

They  are  lights  upon  the  earth, 
Children  of  the  heavenly  birth, 
One  with  God,  with  Jesus  one, 
Glory  is  in  them  begun : 
With  them  numbered  may  we  be 
Here  and  in  eternity. 

HUMPHREYS. 


29. 

"  Not  by  works  of  righteousness  which  we  have 
done,  but  according  to  His  mercy  He  saved  us,  by 
the  washing  of  regeneration  and  renewing  of  the 
Holy  Ghost;  which  He  shed  on  us  abundantly 
through  Jesus  Christ  our  Saviour."    Titus  8  :  5,  6. 

0  Thou  that  hear'st  the  prayer  of  faith  ! 
Wilt  Thou  not  save  a  soul  from  death, 

That  casts  itself  on  Thee  ? 

1  have  no  refuge  of  my  own, 

But  fly  to  what  my  Lord  hath  done, 
And  suffered  once  for  me. 

Slain  in  the  guilty  sinner's  stead, 

His  spotless  righteousness  I  plead, 

And  His  availing  blood : 


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That  righteousness  my  robe  shall  be, 
That  merit  shall  atone  for  me, 
And  bring  me  near  to  God. 

Then  save  me  from  eternal  death, 
The  Spirit  of  adoption  breathe, 

His  consolations  send : 
By  him  some  word  of  life  impart 
And  sweetly  whisper  to  my  heart, 
11  Thy  Maker  is  thy  friend." 

The  king  of  terrors  then  would  be 
A  welcome  messenger  to  me, 

To  bid  me  come  away : 
Unclogged  by  earth,  or  earthly  things^ 
I'd  mount,  I'd  fly  with  eager  wings, 

To  everlasting  day. 

TOPLADY. 


30. 

"Why  art  thou  cast  down,  0  my  soul?  and  why 
art  thou  disquieted  in  me  ?  hope  thou  in  God  :  for 
I  shall  yet  praise  Him  for  the  help  of  llis  counte- 
nance.'1   Psalm  42  :  5. 

Be  still,  my  heart !  these  anxious  cares. 
To  thee  are  burdens,  thorns,  and  snares ; 
They  cast  dishonor  on  the  Lord, 
And  contradict  His  gracious  word. 


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Brought  safely  by  His  hand  thus  far, 
Why  wilt  thou  now  give  place  to  fear  ? 
How  canst  thou  want,  if  He  provide, 
.  Or  lose  thy  way  with  such  a  guide  ? 

When  first  before  His  mercy-seat 
Thou  didst  to  Him  thy  way  commit, 
He  gave  thee  warrant,  from  that  hour, 
To  trust  His  wisdom,  love,  and  power. 

Did  ever  trouble  yet  befall, 
And  He  refuse  to  hear  thy  call  ? 
And  has  He  not  His  promise  passed, 
That  thou  shalt  overcome  at  last  ? 

Though  rough  and  thorny  be  the  road, 
It  leads  thee  home,  apace,  to  God  ; 
Then  count  thy  present  trials  small, 
For  heaven  will  make  amends  for  all. 

NEWTON. 


31. 

"It  is  the  Lord,  let  Him  do  what  seemeth  Him 
good."    1  Sam.  8  :  18. 

It  is  the  Lord— enthroned  in  light, 
Whose  claims  are  all  divine  ; 

Who  has  an  undisputed  right 
To  govern  me  and  mine. 


43 

It  is  the  Lord—  should  I  distrust 

Or  contradict  His  will, 
Who  can  not  do  but  what  is  just, 

And  must  be  righteous  still  ? 

It  is  the  Lord — who  gives  me  all, 
My  wealth,  my  friends,  my  ease ; 

And  of  His  bounties  may  recall 
"Whatever  part  He  please. 

It  is  the  Lord — who  can  sustain 

Beneath  the  heaviest  load : 
From  whom  assistance  I  obtain, 

To  tread  the  thorny  road. 

It  is  the  Lord — whose  matchless  skill 

Can  from  afflictions  raise 
Blessings,  eternity  to  fill 

With  ever-growing  praise. 

It  is  the  Lord — my  covenant  G-od, 

Thrice  blessed  be  His  name, 
"Whose  gracious  promise,  sealed  with  blood, 

Must  ever  be  the  same. 

Can  I  with  hopes  so  firmly  built 

Be  sullen  or  repine  ? 
No  gracious  G-od — take  what  Thou  wilt 

To  Thee  I  all  resign. 

T.  OREEXE. 


M 


32. 

*c  Great  is  the  mystery  of  godliness :  God  was 
manifest  in  the  flesh."    1  Tim.  3 :  16. 

44  Blessing,  and  honor,  and  glory,  and  power,  he 
onto  Him  that  sitteth  upon  the  throne,  and  unto 
the  Lamb  forever."    Rev.  5 :  13. 

Now  to  the  Lord  a  noble  song! 

Awake,  my  soul — awake,  my  tongue ; 
Hosanna  to  the  eternal  name, 

And  all  His  boundless  love  proclaim. 

See  where  it  shines  in  Jesus'  face, 
The  brightest  image  of  His  grace  ; 

God,  in  the  person  of  His  Son, 

Has  all  His  mightiest  works  undone. 

Grace !  tis  a  sweet,  a  charming  theme — 
My  thoughts  rejoice  at  Jesus'  name ! 

Ye  angels,  dwell  upon  the  sound : 
Ye  heavens,  reflect  it  to  the  ground ! 

Oh !  may  I  reach  that  happy  place 
Where  He  unveils  His  lovely  face ! 

Where  all  His  beauties  you  behold, 
And  sing  His  name  to  harps  of  gold ! 

WATTS. 


45 


33. 


"  The  Lamb  of  God  which  taketh  away  the  sins 
•f  the  world ! "  John  1 :  29. 


My  faith  looks  up  to  Thee, 
Thou  Lamb  of  Calvary 
Saviour  divine : 
Now  hear  me  while  I  pray ; 
Take  all  my  guilt  away  ; 
Oh  1  let  me  from  this  day 
Be  wholly  Thine. 

May  Thy  rich  grace  impart 
Strength  to  my  fainting  heart, 
My  zeal  inspire ; 
As  Thou  hast  died  for  me, 

Oh !  may  my  love  to  Thee 
Pure,  warm,  and  changeless  be— 
A  living  fire. 

"While  life's  dark  maze  I  tread, 
And  griefs  around  me  spread, 
Be  Thou  my  guide  ; 
Bid  darkness  turn  to  day, 

Wipe  sorrow's  tears  away, 
Nor  let  me  ever  stray 
From  Thee  aside. 


46 

When  ends  life's  transient  dream, 
When  death's  cold,  sullen  stream 
Shall  o'er  me  roll ; 
Blest  Saviour,  then,  in  love, 
Fear  and  distrust  remove ; 
Oh!  bear  me  safe  above — 
A  ransomed  soul. 

RAY  PALMER. 


34. 

•«  Not  what  I  will,  but  what  Thou  wilt."  Mark  14 :  ?6 

One  prayer  I  have — all  prayers  in  one — 

When  I  am  wholly  Thine  ; 
Thy  will,  my  God,  Thy  will  be  done, 

And  let  that  will  be  mine. 

All-wise,  almighty,  and  all-good, 

In  Thee  I  firmly  trust ; 
Thy  ways,  unknown  or  understood, 

Are  merciful  and  just. 


May  I  remember,  that  to  Thee 
Whate'er  I  have  I  owe ; 

And  back  in  gratitude  from  me 
May  all  Thy  bounties  flow. 


47 

Thy  gifts  are  only  then  enjoyed 

When  used  as  talents  lent ; 
Those  talents  only  well  employed 

"When  in  Thy  service  spent. 

And  though  Thy  wisdom  takes  away, 

Shall  I  arraign  Thy  will  ? 
No.  let  me  bless  Thy  name,  and  say, 

The  Lord  is  gracious  still. 

A  pilgrim  through  the  earth  I  roam, 

Of  nothing  long  possessed, 
And  all  must  fail  when  I  go  home, 

For  this  is  not  my  rest. 

Write  but  my  name  upon  the  roll 

Of  Thy  redeemed  above ; 
Then  heart  and  mind  and  strength  and  soul 

I'll  love  Thee  for  TJiy  love. 

MONTGOMERY. 


35. 

"  Thy  vows  are  upon  me,  0  God."    Psalm  56 :  12, 

My  God,  accept  my  heart  this  day 

And  make  it  always  Thine, 
That  I  from  Thee  no  more  may  stray, 

Xo  more  from  Thee  decline. 


48 

Before  the  cross  of  Him  who  died, 

Behold  I  prostrate  fall : 
Let  every  sin  be  crucified, 

Let  Christ  be  all  in  all ! 

Anoint  me  with  Thy  heavenly  grace, 

Adopt  me  for  Thine  own, 
That  I  may  see  Thy  glorious  face 

And  worship  at  Thy  throne  1 

May  the  dear  blood  once  shed  for  me, 

My  blest  atonement  prove, 
That  I  from  first  to  last  may  be 

The  purchase  of  Thy  love  I 

Let  every  thought  and  work  and  word 

To  Thee  be  ever  given, 
Then  life  shall  be  Thy  service,  Lord, 

And  death  the  gate  of  heaven  ! 

LYRA  CATHOLICA. 


36. 

"  And  the  disciples  came  and  took  up  the  body  and 
buried  it,  and  went  and  told  Jesus."    Matt.  14 :  12. 

Go  and  tell  Jesus,  when  thy  heart  is  full 
Of  keen  and  bitter  agony  and  woe, 

When  the  dear  precious  form  of  one  beloved 
Is  taken  from  thee — in  the  grave  laid  low 


49 

Go  and  tell  Jesus,  He  will  soothe  thy  grief— 
To  thy  poor  sorrowing  spirit  bring  relief 

Go  and  tell  Jesus  when  thy  sins  arise 

In  dark  and  dread  perspective  to  thy  sight ; 
"  Saviour,  I  am  unclean,  unclean — oh  !  save ; 
Oh  !  cheer  my  gloomy  way  with  Thy  clear 
light." 
Go  and  tell  Jesus,  He  will  say  to  thee, 
"  Be  of  good  cheer  j  thy  sins  shall  pardoned 
be." 

Go  and  tell  Jesus  when  thy  weak  heart  fails 
In  looking  through  the  mist  of  coming 
years ; 
Thou  think'st  of  sorrow  pain  and  loneliness 
And  the  bright  world  seems  but  a  vale  of 
tears. 
Go  and  tell  Jesus,  He  will  speak  to  thee, 
ul  thy  good  shepherd  am;  oh!  trust  in  me." 

Go  and  tell  Jesus,  when  thy  heart  is  glad, 
And  hope  and  joy  and  friendships  crowd 
thy  way ; 
Ask  for  His  sanctifying  grace  o'er  all 

That  naught  may   cause  thy  heart  from 
Him  to  stray. 
Go  and  tell  Jesus,  making  joy  more  bright, 
Shedding  o'er  all  thy  path  a  holier  light. 


50 

Go  and  tell  Jesus,  so  shall  He  be  thine, 
And  sweetly  will  He  come  and  dwell  with 
thee 
Tell  all  to  Jesus,  so  shalt  thou  be  His, 

His  through  all  time  and  through  eternity. 
"Saviour,  I  come:  oh!    teach  me  how  to 

pray, 
Thou  only  canst,  my  life,  my  truth,  my  way." 

S.  ROBERTS. 


37. 

"  Orist  in  you,  the  hope  of  glory."    Col.  1 :  27. 

My  spirit  longeth  for  Thee 
To  dwell  within  my  breast ; 

Although  I  am  unworthy 
Of  so  divine  a  Guest ! 

Of  so  divine  a  Guest — 
Unworthy  though  I  be  ; 

Tet  hath  my  heart  no  rest 
Until  it  come  to  Thee  1 

Until  it  come  to  Thee — 

In  vain  I  look  around ; 
In  all  that  I  can  see, 

No  rest  is  to  be  found  1 


51 

No  rest  is  to  be  found, 
But  in  Thy  bleeding  love  : 

Oh  I  let  my  wish  be  crowned, 
And  send  it  from  above  I 

LYRA  CATIIOLICA. 

38. 

*  Hereby  perceive  we  the  love  of  God,  because 
He  laid  down  His  life  for  us."    1  John  3  :  16. 

Cheer  up,  desponding  soul, 
Thy  longing  pleased  I  see  : 

'Tis  part  of  that  great  whole 
Wherewith  I  longed  for  thee  I 

Wherewith  I  longed  for  thee, 
And  left  my  Father's  throne : 

From  death  to  set  thee  free, 
And  claim  thee  for  my  own ! 

To  claim  thee  for  my  own, 

I  suffered  on  the  cross : 
Oh  !  were  my  love  but  known, 

All  else  would  be  as  dross  1 

All  else  would  be  as  dross ! 

And  souls,  through  grace  divine, 
Would  count  their  gain  but  loss 

To  live  forever  mine  ! 

LYRA  CATIIOLICA, 


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39. 

"Unto  you,  therefore,  which  believe,  He  is  pre* 
cious."    1  Peter  2  :  7. 

Jesus,  the  only  thought  of  Thee, 
With  sweetness  fills  my  breast ; 

But  sweeter  far  it  were  to  see, 
And  on  Thy  beauty  feast. 

No  soun»d,  no  harmony  so  gay, 

Can  art  or  music  frame  ; 
No  thoughts  can  reach,  no  words  can  say 

The  sweets  of  Thy  blest  name. 

Jesus,  our  hope  when  we  repent, 
Sweet  source  of  all  our  grace, 

Sole  comfort  in  our  banishment, 
Oh  1  what  when  face  to  face  1 


Come  then,  dear  Lord,  possess  my  heart, 
Chase  thence  the  shades  of  night ; 

Come  pierce  it  with  Thy  flaming  dart, 
And  ever-shining  light  I 

ST.  BERNARD. 


63 


40. 

"  Return  unto  thy  rest,  0  my  soul,  for  the  Lor! 
hath  dealt  bountifully  with  thee."    Ps-  116  :  T. 

"Weary,  Lord,  of  struggling  here, 
With  this  constant  doubt  and  fear, 
Burdened  by  the  pains  I  bear, 
And  the  trials  I  must  share, 
Help  me,  Lord,  again  to  flee 
To  the  rest  that's  found  in  Thee. 

Weakened  by  the  wayward  will, 
Which  controls,  yet  cheats  me  still ; 
Seeking  something  undefined 
With  an  earnest  darkened  mind, 
Help  me,  Lord,  again  to  flee 
To  the  light  that  breaks  from  Thee. 

Fettered  by  this  earthly  scope 
In  the  reach  and  aim  of  hope, 
Fixing  thought  in  narrow  bound 
Where  no  living  truth  is  found: 
Help  me,  Lord,  again  to  flee 
To  the  hope  that's  fixed  on  Thee. 

Fettered,  burdened,  wearied,  weak, 
Lord,  once  more  Thy  grace  I  seek ; 
Turn,  oh !  turn  me  not  away, 
Help  me,  Lord,  to  watch  and  pray, 
That  I  never  more  may  flee, 
From  the  rest  that's  found  in  Thee. 


u 


41. 

"Come  unto  me  all  ye  that  labor  and  are  heary* 
laden,  and  I  will  give  ycrn  rest.1'    Matt.  11 :  2S. 

Come,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  wretched, 
Weak  and  wounded,  sick  and  sore ; 

Jesus  ready  stands  to  save  you, 
Full  of  mercy,  joined  with,  power. 

He  is  able, 
He  is  willing :  doubt  no  more. 

Ho !  ye  needy,  come  and  welcome, 

God's  free  bounty  glorify ; 
True  belief,  and  true  repentance, 

Every  grace  that  brings  us  nigh ; 
Without  money, 

Come  to  Jesus  Christ,  and  buy. 

Let  not  conscience  make  you  linger, 

Nor  of  fitness  fondly  dream  1 
All  the  fitness  He  requireth 

Is  to  feel  your  need  of  Him. 
This  He  gives  you, 

'Tis  the  Spirit's  rising  beam. 

Come,  ye  weary,  heavy-laden, 

Lost  and  ruined  by  the  fall, 
If  you  tarry  till  you're  better, 

You  will  never  come  at  all. 
Not  the  righteous, 

Sinners,  Jesus  came  to  call. 


55 

View  Him  prostrate  in  the  garden, 
On  the  ground  your  Saviour  lies, 

On  the  bloody  tree  behold  Him ; 
Hear  Him  cry  before  He  dies, 

"It  is  finished!" 
Sinners,  will  not  this  suffice  ? 

Lo !  th'  incarnate  G-od,  ascended, 
Pleads  the  merit  of  His  blood, 

Venture  on  Him,  venture  wholly, 
Let  no  other  trust  intrude  ; 

None  but  Jesus 
Can  do  helpless  sinners  good. 

Saints  and  angels  joined  in  concert, 
Sing  the  praises  of  the  Lamb  ; 

While  the  blissful  seats  of  heaven 
Sweetly  echo  with  His  name — 

Hallelujah ! 
Sinners  here  may  sing  the  same. 

HAET 

42. 

"  He  is  altogether  lovely."    Sol.  Song  5  :  16. 

Fairest  Lord  Jesus ! 

Ruler  of  ail  nature  I 
Oh!  Thou  of  God  and  man  the  Son ! 

Thee  will  I  cherish, 

Thee  will  I  honor, 
Thou '  my  soul's  glory,  joy,  and  crown  ! 


56 

Fair  are  the  meadows, 

Fairer  still  the  woodlands, 
Kobed  in  the  blooming  garb  of  spring ; 

Jesus  is  fairer, 

Jesus  is  purer 
Who  makes  the  woful  heart  to  sing. 

Fair  is  the  sunshine, 

Fairer  still  the  moonlight, 
And  the  twinkling  starry  host ; 

Jesus  shines  brighter, 

Jesus  shines  purer, 
Than  all  the  angels  heaven  can  boast. 

GERMAN  CRUSADERS'  HYMN. 


43. 

"But  thou,  when  thou  prayest,  enter  into  thy  closet, 
and  when  thou  hast  shut  thy  door,  pray  to  thy 
Father  which  is  in  secret;  and  thy  Father  which 
seeth  in  secret  shall  reward  thee  openly.1'  Matt.  6' :  6. 

I  come  to  Thee  to-night, 
In  my  lone  closet  where  no  eye  can  see, 
And  dare  to  crave  an  interview  with  Thee, 

Father  of  love  and  light. 


57 

If  I  this  day  have  striven 
With  Thy  blest  Spirit,  or  have  bowed  the 

knee 
To  aught  of  earth  in  weak  idolatry, 

I  pray  to  be  forgiven. 

If  in  my  heart  has  been 
An  unforgiving  thought  or  word  or  look, 
Though  deep  the  malice  which  I  scarce  could 
brook, 

Wash  me  from  this  dark  sin. 

If  I  have  turned  away, 
From  grief  or  suffering  which  I  might  relieve, 
Careless  the  cup  of  water  e'en  to  give, 

Forgive  me,  Lord,  I  pray. 

And  teach  me  how  to  feel 
My  sinful  wanderings  with  a  deeper  smart, 
And  more  of  mercy  and  of  grace  impart, 

My  sinfulness  to  heal. 

And  now,  0  Father !  take 
The  heart  I  cast  with  humble  faith  on  Thee, 
And  cleanse  its  depths  from  each  impurity, 

For  my  Redeemer's  sake. 


58 
44. 

M  I  am  continually  with  thee."    Psalm  73  :  23. 

0  Thou,  by  long  experience  tried  ! 
Near  whom  no  grief  can  long  abide ; 
My  Lord,  how  full  of  sweet  content 

1  pass  my  years  of  banishment  I 

All  scenes  alike  engaging  prove 
To  souls  impressed  with  sacred  love  ! 
Where'er  they  dwell,  they  dwell  in  Thee  * 
In  Heaven,  in  earth,  or  on  the  sea. 

To  me  remains  nor  place  nor  time, 
My  country  is  in  every  clime ; 
I  can  be  calm  and  free  from  care 
On  any  shore,  since  God  is  there. 

While  place  we  seek,  or  place  we  shun, 
The  soul  finds  happiness  in  none  ; 
But  with  a  God  to  guide  our  way, 
'Tis  equal  joy  to  go  or  stay. 

Could  I  be  cast  where  Thou  art  not, 
That  were  indeed  a  dreadful  lot ; 
But  regions  none  remote  I  call, 
Secure  of  finding  God  in  all. 

MADAME  GUYON. 


59 


45. 

u  Having  boldness  to  enter  into  the  holiest,  by  tho 
blood  of  Jesus,  let  us  draw  near.'"    Heb.  10  :  19-22. 

Cheer  up,  my  soul,  there  is  a  mercy-seat 
Sprinkled  with  blood,  where  Jesus  answers 
prayer ; 

There  humbly  cast  thyself  beneath  His  feet, 
For  never  needy  sinner  perished  there. 

Lord,  I  am  come  1  Thy  promise  is  my  plea, 
"Without  Thy  word  I  durst  not  venture 
nigh ; 
But  Thou  hast  called  the  burdened  soul  to 
Thee, 
A  weary,  burdened  soul,  0  Lord !  am  I. 

Bowed  down  beneath  a  heavy  load  of  sin, 
By  Satan's  fierce  temptations  sorely  prest, 

Beset  without,  and  full  of  fears  within, 
Trembling  and  faint,  I  come  to  Thee  for 
rest. 

Be  Thou  my  refuge,  Lord,  my  hiding-place  ; 
I  know  no  force  can  tear  me  from  Thy 
side; 
Unmoved,  I  then  may  all  accusers  face, 
And  answer  every  charge,  with — "  Jesus 
died." 


60 

Yes,  Thou  didst  weep,  and  bleed,  and  groan, 
and  die, 
"Well  hast  Thou  known  what  fierce  temp- 
tations mean : 
Such  was  Thy  love ;  and  now,  enthroned  on 
high, 
The  same  compassions  in  Thy  bosom  reign. 

Lord,  give  me  faith — He  hears — what  grace 
is  this ! 
Dry  up  thy  tears,  my  soul,  and  cease  to 
grieve ; 
He  shows  me  what  He  did,  and  who  He  is, 
I  must,  I  will,  I  can,  I  do  believe. 

NEWTON. 


46. 

"  Thou  shalt  rejoice  in  every  good  thing  which 
the  Lord  thy  God  hath  given  unto  thee.'1  Dedt. 
26:11. 

For  what  shall  I  praise  Thee,  my  God  and 

my  King  ? 
For  what  blessings  the  tribute  of  gratitude 

bring  ? 
Shall  I  praise  Thee  for  pleasure,  for  health  or 

for  ease, 
For  the  sunshine  of  youth,  for  the  garden  of 

peace  ? 


61 

Shall  I  praise  Thee  for  flowers  that  bloomed 
on  my  breast, 

For  joj'S  in  prospective,  and  pleasures  pos- 
sessed ? 

For  the  spirits  which  heightened  my  days  of 
delight, 

And  the  slumbers  that  fell  on  my  pillow  by 
night? 

Tor  this  I  should  praise  Thee,  but  if  only  for 

this, 
I  should  leave  half  untold  the  donation  of 

bliss. 
I  thank  Thee  for  sickness  and  sorrow  and 

care, 
For  the  thorns  I  have  gathered,  the  anguish 

I  bear. 


For  nights  of  anxiety,  watching,  and  tears, 
A  present  of  pain,  a  prospective  of  fears. 
I  praise  Thee,  I  bless  Thee,  my  Lord  and  my 

God, 
For  the  good  and  the  evil  Thy  hand  hath 

bestowed. 

The  flowers  were  sweet,  but  their  fragrance 

is  flown. 
They  yielded  no  fruit,  they  are  withered  and 

gone  I 


62 

The  thorn  it  was  poignant  but  precious  to 

me, 
'Twas  the  message  of  mercy,  it  led  me  to 

Thee  I 

CAROLINE  FRY. 


47. 

"I  came  not  to  call  the  righteous,  but  sinners, 
to  repentance."    Luke  5 :  32. 

Jesus,  the  sinner's  friend,  to  Thee, 
Lost  and  undone,  for  aid  I  flee, 
"Weary  of  earth,  myself,  and  sin, 
Open  Thine  arms  and  take  me  in. 

Pity  and  save  my  sin-sick  soul, 
'Tis  Thou  alone  canst  make  me  whole ; 
Dark  till  in  me  Thine  image  shine, 
And  lost  I  am  till  Thou  art  mine. 

The  mansion  for  Thyself  prepare ; 
Dispose  my  heart  by  entering  there ! 
'Tis  this  alone  can  make  me  clean  ; 
'Tis  this  alone  can  cast  out  sin. 

At  length  I  own  it  can  not  be, 
That  1  should  fit  myself  for  Thee. 
Here  now  to  Thee  I  all  resign — 
Thine  is  the  work,  and  only  Thine 


m 


"What  shall  I  say  Thy  grace  to  move  ? 
Lord,  I  am  sin,  but  Thou  art  love  I 
I  part  with  every  plea  beside — 
Lord,  I  am  lost,  but  Thou  hast  died ! 

WESLEY. 


48. 

"  We  have  not  an  High  Priest  which  can  not  he 
touched  with  the  feeling  of  our  infirmities."  IIeb. 
4:15. 

Jesus,  my  sorrow  lies  too  deep 

For  human  ministry ; 
It  knows  not  how  to  tell  itself 

To  any  but  to  Thee. 

Thou  dost  remember  still  amid 
The  glories  of  God's  tlirone, 

The  sorrows  of  mortality, 
For  they  were  once  Thine  own. 

Thy  risen  life  but  fits  Thee  more 

For  kindly  sympathy ; 
Thy  love,  unhindered,  rests  upon 

Each  bruised  branch  in  Thee. 

Jesus!  my  fainting  spirit  brings 

Its  fearfulness  to  Thee  ; 
Thine  eye,  at  least,  can  penetrate 

The  clouded  mystery. 


04 

It  is  enough,  my  precious  Lord, 

Thy  tender  sympathy ! 
My  every  sin  and  sorrow  can 

Devolve  itself  on  Thee. 

Jesus !  Thou  hast  availed  to  search 

My  deepest  malady  ; 
It  freely  flows — more  freely  finds 

The  gracious  remedy, 

bonar's  hymn  book. 


49- 

"Know  ye  not  that  ye  are  the  temple  of  God,  and 
Jhat  the  Spirit  of  God  dwelleth  in  you  V '    1  Cor.  3 :  16. 

Thy  home  is  with  the  humble,  Lord ! 

The  simplest  are  the  best, 
Thy  lodging  is  in  child-like  heart, 
Thou  makest  there  Thy  rest. 

Dear  Comforter !  Eternal  Love ! 

If  Thou  wilt  stay  with  me, 
Of  lowly  thoughts  and  simple  ways 

I'll  build  a  house  for  Thee. 

"Who  made  this  beating  heart  of  mine, 
But  Thou,  my  heavenly  guest  ? 

Let  no  one  have  it  then  but  Thee, 
And  let  it  be  Thy  rest. 

LYRA  CATHOLICA. 


65 
50. 

"  Abide  in  me,  and  I  in  you."    John  15  : 4. 
The  Soul's  Answer. 

That  mystic  word  of  Thine,  0  sovereign  Lord ! 

Is  all  too  pure,  too  high,  too  deep  for  me ; 
"Weary  of  striving  and  with  longing  faint, 

I  breathe  it  back  again,  0  Lord !  to  Thee. 

Abide  in  me,  I  pray,  and  I  in  Thee, 

From  this  good  hour,  oh!  leave  me  never 
more, 
Then  shall  the  discord  cease,  the  wound  be 
healed, 
The  life-long  bleeding  of  the  soul  be  o'er. 

Abide  in  me — o'ershadow  by  Thy  love 
Each  half-formed  purpose  and  deep  thought 
of  sin, 
Quench  ere  it  rise,  each  selfish,  low  desire, 
And  keep  my  soul    as  Thine,  pure  a*vi 
divine. 

As  some  rare  perfume  in  a  vase  of  clay 
Pervades  it  with  a  fragrance  not  its  own — 

So  when  Thou  dweUest  in  a  mortal  soil 
All  heaven's  sweetness   seems  around  it 
thrown. 


66 

The  soul  alone,  like  a  neglected  harp, 

Grows  out  of  tune,  and  needs  Thy  hand 
divine ; 
Dwell  Thou  within  it,  tune  and  touch  the 
chords 
Till  every  note  and  string  shall   answer 
Thine. 

Abide  in  me :  there  have  been  moments  pure 
When  I  have  seen  Thy  face  and  felt  Thy 
power ; 

Then  evil  lost  its  grasp,  and  passion  hushed, 
Owned  the  divine  enchantment  of  the  hour. 

These  were  but  seasons  beautiful  and  rare  : 
Abide  in  me — and  they  shall  ever  be  ; 

I  pray  Thee  now  fulfill  my  earnest  prayer, 
Come  and  abide  in  me  and  I  in  Thee ! 

H.  B.  STOWE. 


51. 

M  Him  that  cometh  to  me,  I  will  in  nowise  cast  out." 

John  6 :  3T. 

Just  as  thou  art — without  one  trace 
Of  love  or  joy  or  inward  grace, 
Or  meetness  for  the  heavenly  place, 
0  guilty  sinner !  come. 


67 

Thy  sins  I  bore  on  Calvary's  tree ; 
The  stripes  thy  due  were  laid  on  me, 
That  peace  and  pardon  might  be  free — 
0  wretched  sinner !  come. 

Come,  leave  thy  burden  at  the  cross ; 
Count  all  thy  gains  but  empty  dross : 
My  grace  repays  all  earthly  loss — 
0  needy  sinner  !  come. 

Come  hither  bring  thy  boding  fears, 
Thy  aching  heart,  thy  bursting  tears  ; 
'Tis  mercy's  voice  salutes  thine  ears ; 
0  trembling  sinner  !  come. 

"  The  Spirit  and  the  bride  say,  Come ;" 
Bejoicing  saints  reecho,  Come : 
Who  faints,  who  thirsts,  who  will,  may  come: 
Thy  Saviour  bids  thee  come. 


52. 

"  But  now,  in  Christ  Jesus,  ye  who  sometime  were 
far  off,   are  made  nigh  by  the   blood   of   Christ." 

Epu.  2 :  18. 

The  wanderer  no  more  will  roam, 
The  lost  one  to  the  fold  hath  come ; 
The  prodigal  is  welcomed  home, 
0  Lamb  of  God  !  in  Thee. 


68 

Though  clad  in  rags,  by  sin  denied, 
The  Father  hath  embraced  His  child, 
And  I  am  pardoned,  reconciled, 
0  Lamb  of  God!  in  Thee. 

It  is  the  Father's  joy  to  bless ; 
His  love  provides  for  me  a  dress — 
A  robe  of  spotless  righteousness — 
^  Lamb  of  God!  in  Thee. 

Now  shall  my  famished  soul  be  fed  ] 
A  feast  of  love  for  me  is  spread ; 
I  feed  upon  the  children's  bread. 
0  Lamb  of  God!  in  Thee. 

Tea,  in  the  fullness  of  His  grace, 
He  puts  me  in  the  children's  place, 
Where  I  may  gaze  upon  His  face, 
0  Lamb  of  God !  in  Thee. 

I  can  not  half  His  love  express ; 
Yet,  Lord,  with  joy  my  lips  confess 
This  blessed  portion  I  possess, 
0  Lamb  of  God !  in  Thee. 

It  is  Thy  precious  name  I  bear, 
It  is  Thy  spotless  robe  I  wear ; 
Therefore  the  Father's  love  I  share, 
0  Lamb  of  God!  in  Thee. 


69 

And  when  I  in  Thy  likeness  shine, 
The  glory  and  the  praise  be  Thine, 
That  everlasting  joy  is  mine, 
0  Lamb  of  God !  in  Thee. 


53. 

"We   love   Him   because    He   first   loved     is." 
John       19. 

My  G-od,  I  love  Thee,  not  because 

I  hope  for  heaven  thereby ; 
Not  because  they  who  love  Thee  not 

Must  burn  eternally. 

Thou,  0  my  Jesus !  Thou  didst  me 

Upon  the  cross  embrace  ; 
For  me  didst  bear  the  nails  and  spea* 

•  And  manifold  disgrace. 

And  griefs  and  torments  numberless . 

And  sweat  of  agony ; 
E'en  death  itself — and  all  for  one 

AVho  was  Thine  eucmy. 

Then  why,  0  blessed  Jesus  Christ  J 

Should* I  not  love  Thee  well? 
Not  for  the  sake  of  winning  heaven 

Or  of  escaping  hell. 


70 

Not  with  the  hope  of  gaining  aught, 

Not  seeking  a  reward ; 
But  as  Thyself  hast  loved  me, 

0  ever-loving  Lord ! 

E'en  so  I  love  Thee,  and  will  love, 

And  in  Thy  praise  will  sing ; 
Solely  because  Thou  art  my  God, 

And  my  eternal  King. 

Francis  Xavier. 


54. 

"  A  broken  and  a  contrite  heart,  0  God,  Thou  wilt 
not  despise."    Psalm  51 :  17. 

From  the  recesses  of  a  lowly  spirit 

My  humble    prayer    ascends.    0    Father! 

hear  it. 
Borne  on  the  trembling  wings  of  fear  and 

meekness, 

Forgive  its  weakness. 

I  know,  I  feel  how  mean  and  how  unworthy 
The  lowly  sacrifice  I  pour  before  Thee : 
What  can  I  offer  in  Thy  presence  holy, 
But  sin  and  folly  ? 


71 

For  in  Thy  sight,  who  every  bosom  vie  west, 
Cold  are  our  warmest  vows,  and  vain  our 

truest ; 
Thoughts  of  a  hurrying  hour,  our  lips  repeat 

them, 

Our  hearts  forget  them. 

We  see  Thy  hand — it  leads  us,  it  supports 
us — 

"We  hear  Thy  voice — it  counsels  and  it  courts 
us: 

And  then  we  turn  away,  and  still  Thy  kind- 
ness 

Forgives  our  blindness. 

And  still  Thy  rain  descends,  Thy  sun  is 

glowing, 
Fruits  ripen  round,  flowers  are  beneath  us 

blowing, 
And  as  if  man  were  some  deserving  creature, 
Joy  covers  nature. 

Oh  I  how  long-suffering,  Lord  1  but  Thou  de- 
lightest, 

To  win  with  love  the  wandering — Thou  in- 
vitest 

By  smiles  of  mercy,  not  by  frowns  and  ter- 
rors, 

Man  from  his  errors. 


72 

Who  can  resist  Thy  gentle  call,  appealing 
Te   every  generous    thought    and  grateful 

feeling  ? 
Oh!    who  can    hear    the  accents  of  Thy 

mercy, 

And  never  love  Thee  ? 

Father  and  Saviour !  plant  within  this  bosom 
The  seeds  of  holiness,  and  bid  them  blos- 
som 
In  fragrance    and    in  beauty,   bright    and 
vernal, 

And  spring  eternaL 

Then  place  them  in  those  everlasting  gar- 
dens, 

Where   angels  walk  and  seraphs  are  the 
wardens, 

Where  every  flower,  brought  safe  through 
death's  dark  portal, 
Becomes  immortal. 

BOWRINa. 

55. 

"  I  am  poor  and  needy,  yet  the  Lord  thinketh  on 
He."    Psalm  40  :  17. 

Poor  and  needy  though  I  be, 
God  Almighty  cares  for  me ; 
Gives  me  clothing,  shelter,  food— 
Gives  me  all  I  have  of  good. 


73 

Ho  will  hear  me  when  I  pray — 
He  is  with  me  night  and  day ; 
When  I  sleep,  and  when  I  wake, 
For  the  Lord  my  Saviour's  sake. 

He  who  reigns  above  the  sky 
Once  became  as  poor  as  I ; 
He  whose  blood  for  me  was  shed, 
Had  not  where  to  lay  His  head. 

Though  I  labor  here  awhile, 
Father,  bless  me  with  Thy  smile  ; 
And,  when  this  short  life  is  past, 
May  I  rest  with  Thee  at  last. 

Then  to  Thee  I'll  tune  my  song, 
Happy  as  the  day  is  long ; 
This  my  joy  forever  be, 
God  Almighty  cares  for  me. 

boxar's  hymn  book. 


56, 

"  The  Lc/d  is  my  light  and  my  salvation  :  whom 
■ball  I  fear  ?  The  Lord  is  the  strength  cf  my  life  :  of 
whom  shall  I  be  afraid?"    Psalm  27  :  1. 

My  spirit  on  Thy  care 

13 lest  Saviour,  I  recline ; 
Thou  wilt  not  leave  me  to  despair, 

For  Thou  art  love  divine. 


74 

In  Thee  I  place  my  trust, 

On  Thee  I  calmly  rest  ; 
I  know  Thee  good,  I  know  Thee  just, 

And  count  Thy  choice  the  best. 

Whate'er  events  betide, 

Thy  will  they  all  perform ; 
Safe  on  Thy  breast  my  head  I  hide, 

Nor  fear  the  coming  storm. 

Let  good  or  ill  befall, 

It  must  be  good  for  me ; 
Secure  of  having  Thee  in  all, 

Of  having  all  in  Thee. 

H.  F.  LTTE, 


57, 

"  Evening  and  morning  and  at  noon  will  I  pray 
and  cry  aloud ;  and  He  shall  hear  my  voice."  Psalm 
55  :  17. 

When  wakened  by  Thy  voice  of  power, 
The  hour  of  morning  beams  in  light, 

My  voice  shall  sing  that  morning  hour, 
And  Thee,  who  mad'st  that  hour  so  bright. 

The  morning  strengthens  into  noon  ; 

Earth's  fairest  beauties  shine  more  fair ; 
And  noon  and  morning  shall  attune 

My  grateful  heart  to  praise  and  prayer. 


75 

When  'neath  the  evening's  western  gate 

The  sun's  retiring  rays  are  hid, 
My  joy  shall  be  to  meditate, 

E'en  as  the  pious  patriarch  did. 

As  twilight  wears  a  darker  hue, 
And  gathering  night  creation  dims, 

The  twilight,  and  the  midnight  too, 
Shall  have  their  harmonies  and  hymns. 

So  shall  sweet  thoughts  and  thoughts  sub« 
blime, 
My  constant  inspirations  be ; 
A.nd  every  shifting  scene  of  time, 
Reflect,  my  God,  a  light  from  Thee. 

BOWSING. 


58. 

"Whether  we  live  therefore,  or  die,  we  are  the 
Lord's."    Roman  14  :  8. 

Feeble,  helpless,  how  shall  I 
Learn  to  live  and  learn  to  die  ? 
Who,  0  God!  mv  guide  shall  be? 
Who  shall  lead  Thy  child  to  Thee  ? 

Blessed  Father,  gracious  One, 
Thou  hast  sent  Thy  holy  Son ; 
He  will  give  the  light  I  need, 
He  my  trembling  steps  will  lead. 


76 

Thus  in  deed,  and  thought,  and  word, 
Led  loy  Jesus  Christ  the  Lord, 
In  my  weakness,  thus  shall  I 
Learn  to  live  and  learn  to  die. 

Learn  to  live  in  peace  and  love, 
Like  the  perfect  ones  above  ; 
Learn  to  die  without  a  fear, 
Feeling  Thee,  my  Father,  near. 

FURNESS. 


59. 

11  Casting  all  your  care  upon  Him,  for  He  caretb 
for  you."  1  Peter  5  :  7. 

0  Lord  1  how  happy  should  we  be 
If  we  could  cast  our  care  on  Thee, 

If  we  from  self  could  rest ; 
And  feel  at* heart  that  One  above, 
In  perfect  wisdom,  perfect  love, 

Is  working  for  the  best 

Could  we  but  kneel  and  cast  our  load, 
E'en  while  we  pray,  upon  our  God, 

Then  rise  with  lightened  cheer; 
Sure  that  the  Father,  who  is  nigh, 
To  still  the  famished  ravens'  cry 

Will  hear,  in  tnat  we  fear. 


77 

"We  can  not  trust  Him  as  we  should, 
So  chafes  fallen  nature's  restless  mood, 

To  cast  its  peace  away ; 
Yet  birds  and  flow'rets  round  us  preach — ■ 
All,  all  the  present  evil  teach, 

Sufficient  for  the  day. 

Lord,  make  these  faithless  hearts  of  ours 
Such  lessons  learn  from  birds  and  flowers, 

Make  them  from  self  to  cease ; 
Leave  all  things  to  a  Father's  will, 
And  taste,  before  Him  lying  still, 

E'en  in  affliction  peace. 

KEBLE. 


60. 

"  Abide  with  us,  for  it  is  toward  evening,  and  the 
iay  is  far  spent.''    Luke  2-1 :  29. 

Abide  with  me !  Fast  falls  the  eventide ; 
The    darkness    thickens;    Lord,    with    ma 

abide : 
When  other  helpers  fail  and  comforts  flee, 
Help  of  the  helpless,  oh  1   abide  with  me  I 

Swift  to  its  close  ebbs  out  life's  little  day ; 
Earth's  joys  grow  dim,  its  glories  pass  away. 
Change  and  decay  in  all  around  I  see; 
0  Thou  who  chaugest  not !  abide  with  me  ! 


78 

Not  a  brief  glance  I  beg,  a  passing  word, 
But  as  Thou  dwelt'st  with  Thy  disciples, 

Lord, 
Familiar,  condescending,  patient,  free, 
Come,  not  to  sojourn,  but  to  abide  with  me  ! 

Come  not  in  terrors  as  the  King  of  kings ; 
But  kind  and  good,  with  healing  in  Tby 

wings, 
Tears  for  all  woes,  a  heart  for  every  plea, 
Come,  Friend  of  sinners,  and  thus  bide  with 

me  I 

Thou  on  my  head  in  early  youth  didst  smile, 
And  though  rebellious  and  perverse  mean- 
while, 
Thou  hast  not  left  me,  oft  as  I  left  Thee : 
On  to  the  close,  0  Lord  I  abide  with  me  ! 

I  need  Thy  presence  every  passing  hour ; 
What  but  Thy  grace  can  foil  the  tempter's 

power  ? 
"Who  like  Thyself  my  guide  and  stay  can 

be? 
Through  cloud  and  sunshine,  oh !  abide  with 

me! 

I  fear  no  foe  with  Thee  at  hand  to  bless, 
Ills  have  no  weight  and  tears  no  bitterness : 


79 

Where  "is  Death's  sting  ?  where,  Grave,  thy 

victory  ? 
I  triumph  still,  if  Thou  abide  with  me  I 

Hold   Thou   Thy  cross  before    my   closing 

eyes; 
Shine  through  the  gloom  and  point  me  to 

the  skies ! 
Heaven's  morning  breaks,  and  earth's  vain 

shadows  flee  1 
In  life,  in  death,  0  Lord  I  abide  with  me  ! 

H.  F.  LYT£, 


61. 

44 1  wait  for  the  Lord,  my  soul  doth  wait,  and  in  His 
word  do  I  hope.  My  soul  waiteth  for  the  Lord  more 
than  they  that  watch  for  the  morning."   Ps.  130 :  5,  6. 

My  Saviour,  on  the  Word  of  Truth 

In  earnest  hope  I  live, 
I  ask  for  all  the  precious  things 

Thy  boundless  love  can  give. 
I  look  for  many  a  lesser  light 

About  my  path  to  shine  ; 
But  chiefly  long  to  walk  with  Theo, 

And  only  trust  in  Thine. 


80 

Thou  knowest  that  I  am  not  blest 

As  Thou  would'st  have  me  be, 
Till  all  the  peace  and  joy  of  faith 

Possess  my  soul  in  Thee ; 
And  still  I  seek  'mid  many  fears, 

"With  yearnings  unexpressed, 
The  comfort  of  Thy  strengthening  love, 

Thy  soothing,  settling  rest. 

It  is  not  as  Thou  wilt  with  me 

Till,  humbled  in  the  dust, 
I  know  no  place  in  all  my  heart 

Wherein  to  put  my  trust. 
Until  I  find,  0  Lord!  in  Thee— 

The  lowly  and  the  meek— 
That  fullness  which  Thy  own  redeemed 

G-o  nowhere  else  to  seek. 


Then,  0  my  Saviour !  on  my  soul, 

Cast  down  but  not  dismayed, 
Still  be  Thy  chastening  healing  hand 

In  tender  mercy  laid : 
And  while  I  wait  for  all  Thy  joys 

My  yearning  heart  to  fill, 
Teach  me  to  walk  and  work  with  Thee, 

And  at  Thy  feet  sit  still. 

A.  L.  WARING. 


81 


62. 

"  Whom  have  I  in  heaven  but  Thee  ?  and  there  *s 
none  upon  earth  that  I  desire  beside  thee.  My  flesh 
and  my  heart  faileth,  but  God  is  the  strength  of  my 
heart,  and  my  portion  forever."    Psalm  73  :  25. 

In  the  mid  silence  of  the  voiceless  night 
When,  chased  by  airy  dreams,  the  slumbers 

flee, 
Whom  in  the  darkness  doth  my  spirit  seek, 
0  God!  but  Thee? 

And  if  there  be  a  weight  upon  my  breast, 
Some  vague  impression  of  the  day  foregone. 
Scarce  knowing  what  it  is,  I  fly  to  Thee, 
And  lay  it  down. 

Or  if  it  be  the  heaviness  that  comes 

In  token  of  anticipated  ill — 

My  bosom  takes  no  heed  of  what  it  is, 

Since  'tis  Thy  wilL 

For  oh !  in  spite  of  past  and  present  care, 
Or  any  thing  beside,  how  joyfully 
Passes  that  silent  solitary  hour, 

My  God,  with  Thee  ! 

More  tranquil  than  the  silence  of  the  night, 
More  peaceful  than  the  silence  of  that  hour, 
More  blest  than  any  thing,  my  spirit  lies 
Within  Thy  power. 


82 

For  what  is  there  on  earth  that  I  desire, 
Of  all  that  it  can  give  or  take  from  me  ? 
Or  whom  in  Heaven  doth  my  spirit  seek 
0  Godl  but  Thee? 


63. 

**  Let  Israel  hope  in  the  Lord :  for  with  the  Lord 

there  is  mercy,  and  in  Him  is  plenteous  redemption." 

Psalm  130 :  T. 

While  dead  in  trespasses  I  lie 
Thy  quickening  Spirit  give  ; 

Call  me,  Thou  Son  of  God,  that  I 
May  hear  Thy  voice  and  live. 

I  know  in  Thee  all  fullness  dwells, 
And  all  for  wretched  man : 

Fill  every  want  my  spirit  feels, 
And  break  off  every  chain  1 

If  Thou  impart  Thyself  to  me, 

No  other  good  I  need : 
If  Thou  the  Son  shalt  make  me  free 

I  shall  be  free  indeed. 

I  can  not  rest  till  in  Thy  blood 

I  full  redemption  have  : 
But  Thou  through  whom  I  come  to  God 

Canst  to  the  utmost  save. 


83 

From  sin,  the  guilt,  the  power,  the  pain 
Thou  wilt  redeem  my  soul : 

Lord  I  believe,  and  not  in  vain  ; 
My  faith  shall  make  me  whole. 

I  too  with  Thee  shall  walk  in  white  ; 

"With  all  Thy  saints  shall  prove 
"What   is  the  length  and  breadth  and 
height 

And  depth  of  perfect  love. 

WESLEY. 

64. 

"  Cast  not  away,  therefore,  your  confidence,  which 
lath  great  recompense  of  reward."    Heb.  10  :  35. 

Lord,  I  believe  ;  Thy  power  I  own, 

Thy  truth  I  would  obey; 
I  wander  comfortless  and  lone 

When  from  Thy  paths  I  stray* 

Lord,  I  believe  ;  but  gloomy  fears, 

Sometimes  bedim  my  sight  I 
I  look  to  Thee  with  prayers  and  tears, 

And  cry  for  strength  and  light. 

Lord,  I  believe  ;  but  Thou  dost  know 

My  faith  is  cold  and  weak : 
Pity  my  frailty,  and  bestow 

The  confidence  I  seek. 


8-4 

Yes,  I  believe ;  and  only  Thou 

Canst  give  my  soul  relief; 
Lord,  to  Thy  truth  my  spirit  bow — 

Help  Thou  mine  unbelief. 

"WREFORD. 


65. 

M  In  whom  we  have  redemption  through  His  blood, 
the  forgiveness  of  sins,  according  to  the  riches  of 
His  grace."    Eph.  1 :  7. 

Gracious  Jesus,  Lord  most  dear, 
Guilty  though  I  am,  give  ear: 
Show  Thine  own  sweet  clemency ; 
Spurn  me  not,  though  vile  I  be, 
From  Thy  blessed  feet  away. 

Here  before  Thee,  fallen,  weeping, 
And. with  tears  these  torn  feet  steeping, 
Jesus,  for  Thy  mercy's  sake, 
Pity  on  my  misery  take, 
And  one  kind  look  let  fall. 

From  the  cross  uplifted  high, 
My  Beloved,  cast  Thine  eye  ; 
Turn  me  to  Thee,  heart  and  soul ; 
Speak  the  word  of  power :  "  Be  whole, 
I  have  forgiven  thee  all." 

ST.  BERNARD. 


85 

66. 

"Lord,  I   believe:    help    Thou   mine    unbelief." 
Mark  9  :  24. 

Fes  !  I  do  feel,  my  God,  that  I  am  Thine ! 
Thou    art    my    joy — myself,   mine    only 
grief; 
Uear  my  complaint,  low  bending  at   Thy 
shrine — 
Lord,  I  believe  :  help  Thou  mine  unbelief! 

Unworthy  even  to  approach  so  near, 

My  soul  lies  trembling  like  a  summer's 
leaf; 
Yet  oh !  forgive  !  I  doubt  not,  though  I  fear — 
Lord,  I  believe :    help  Thou  mine  unbe- 
lief! 

True  I  am  weak,  ah  !  very  weak — but  then 
1  know  the  source  whence  I  can  draw  re- 
lief; 
And   though    repulsed,    I    still    can    plead 
again — 
Lord,  I  believe :  help  Thou  mine  unbelief. 

Oh  !  draw  me  nearer  1  for  too  far  away, 
The  beamings  of  Thy  brightness  are  too 
brief; 
While    Faith,    though    fainting,    still    hath 
strength  to  say : 
Lord,  I  believe :  help  Thou  mine  unbelief! 

J.  S.  MONSELL. 


67. 


M  The  Lord  is  the  portion  of  mine  inheritance." 
Psalm  16:5. 


Though  some  good  things  of  lower  worth, 
My  heart  is  called  on  to  resign, 

Of  all  the  gifts  in  heaven  and  earth 
The  best,  the  very  best  is  mine : 

The  love  of  God  in  Christ  made  known — 

The  love  that  is  enough  alone, 

My  Father's  love  is  all  my  own. 

My  soul's  Restorer,  let  me  learn 
In  that  deep  love  to  live  and  rest ; 

Let  me  the  precious  thing  discern 
Of  which  I  am  indeed  possessed : 

My  treasure  let  me  feel  and  see, 

And  let  my  moments,  as  they  flee, 

Unfold  my  endless  life  in  Thee. 

Let  me  Thy  power,  Thy  beauty  see — 

So  shall  my  vain  aspirings  cease, 
And  my  free  heart  shall  follow  Thee 

Through  paths  of  everlasting  peace. 
My  strength  Thy  gift — my  life  Thy  care, 
I  shall  forget  to  seek  elsewhere 
The  joy  to  which  my  soul  is  heir. 


87 

I  was  not  called  tc  walk  alone, 

To  clothe  myself  with  love  and  light ; 

And  for  Thy  glory,  not  my  own 
My  soul  is  precious  in  Thy  sight. 

My  evil  heart  can  never  be 

A  home,  a  heritage  for  me — 

But  Thou  canst  make  it  fit  for  Thee. 

iu  L.  WARIXa. 


68. 

"  I  will  both  lay  me  down  in  peace  and  sleep  :  for 
Thou  Lord,  only,  makest  me  dwell  in  safety.'1  Psalm 
4:  8. 

God,  that  mad'st  the  earth  and  heaven, 

Darkness  and  light, 
Who  the  day  for  toil  hast  given, 

And  for  rest  the  night, 
May  Thine  angel  guards  defend  us, 
Slumber  sweet  Thy  mercy  send  us, 
Holy  dreams  and  hopes  attend  us 

This  live-long  night  1 

KFJ3E2. 


69. 

"  Bless  the  Lord,  0  my  soul,  and  forget  not  all  Hia 
oenefits  :  who  forgiveth  all  thine  iniquities ;  who 
healeth  all  thy  diseases;  who  redeemeth  thy  life 
from  destruction ;  who  crowneth  thee  with  loving- 
kindness  and  tender  mercies.1'    Psalm  103  :  2-4. 

Oh  1  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul ! 

His  grace  to  thee  proclaim : 
And  all  that  is  within  me  join 

To  bless  His  holy  name. 

Oh !  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul ! 

His  mercies  bear  in  mind  ; 
Forget  not  all  His  benefits : 

The  Lord  to  thee  is  kind. 

He  will  not  always  chide ; 

He  will  with  patience  wait ; 
His  wrath  is  ever  slow  to  rise, 

And  ready  to  abate. 

He  pardons  all  thy  sins, 

Prolongs  thy  feeble  breath  ; 
He  healeth  thine  infirmities, 

And  ransoms  thee  from  death. 

Then  bless  His  holy  name, 

Whose  grace  hath  made  thee  whole ; 
"Whose  lovingkindness  crowns  thy  days ; 

Oh  I  bless  the  Lord  my  soul ! 

MONTGOMERY. 


70. 

"  We  would  see  Jesus."    John  12  :  21. 

"  We  would   see  Jesus" — for  the  shadows 
lengthen 
Across  this  little  landscape  of  our  life ; 
We   would   see   Jesus,  our   weak   faith    to 
strengthen 
For  the  last  weariness — the  final  strife. 

We  would  see  Jesus — for  life's  hand  hath 
rested 
With  its  dark  touch  upon  both  heart  and 
brow; 
And  though  our  souls  have  many  a  billow 
breasted, 
Others  are  rising  in  the  distance  now. 

We  would  see  Jesus — the  great  rock  founda- 
tion 
Whereon  our  feet  were  set  by  sovereign 
grace : 
Not  life  nor  death,  with  all  their  agitation. 
Can  thence  remove  us  if  we  see  His  face. 

We  would  see  Jesus — other  lights  are  paling, 

Which  for  long  years  we  have  rejoiced  to 

see  : 

The  blessings  of  our  pilgrimage  are  failing — 

We  would  not  mourn  them,  for  we  go  t</ 

Thee ! 


90 

We  would  see  Jesus — yet  the  spirit  lingers 
Round  the  dear  objects  we  have  loved  so 
long, 
And  earth  from  earth  can  scarce  unclose  its 
ringers — 
Our  love  to  Thee  makes  not  this  love  less 
strong. 

We  would  see  Jesus — sense  is  all  too  blind- 
ing, 
And  heaven  appears  too  dim,  too  far  away. 
We  would  see  Thee  to  gain  a  sweet  remind- 
ing 
That  Thou  hast  promised  our  great  debt  to 
pay. 

We  would  see  Jesus — this  is  all  we're  need- 
ing— 
Strength,  joy,  and  willingness  come  with 
the  sight. 
We  would  see  Jesus — dying,  risen,  plead- 
ing: 
Then  welcome  day!  and  farewell . mortal 
night  1 


91 


71. 

41  And  so  shall  we  be  forever  with  the  Lord." 
1  Thess.  4  ;  7. 

Forever  with  the  Lord  !     Oh !  can  it  be 
That  this  bright  promise  is  for  child  of 
earth  ? 

That  for  the  sons  of  frail  mortality 

Is  given  this  heritage  of  priceless  worth  ? 

Forever  with  the  Lord !     Then  to  thy  heart, 
Believer,  take  this  star  of  hope  to  cheer, 

And  gnide  thy  steps,  whene'er  in  life  thy 
part 
Is  dark  with  woes,  and  all  around  is  drear. 

Forever  with  the  Lord  !     Let  this  sure  word 

Be  a  glad  note  to  quicken  into  life 
Those  dead  in  sin,  whose  spirits  have  not 
heard 
Their  Saviour's  call  to  join  the  Christian 
strife. 


Forever  with  the  Lord !     Soon  shall  the  light 
Of  the  eternal  day  in  splendor  dawn ; 

Then  let  us  cast  away  the  works  of  night, 
And  take  God's  armor  ere  that  night  be 
gone. 


92 

Forever  with  the  Lord !     Then  at  the  last 
We  which  remain  shall  meet  Him  in  tho 
air; 
The  care,  the  grief,  the  joy  of  earth  all  past — 
With  His  redeemed  the  bliss  of  heaven  to 
share. 

Forever  with  the  Lord  I     Ages  shall  roll 
Onward  with  ceaseless  flow,  yet  still  with 
Him 

We  shall  abide — blest  portion  of  the  soul ! 
Equal  to  that  of  brightest  seraphim  1 


72. 

"I  will  dwell  in  the  house  of  the  Lord  forever." 
Psalm  23 : 6. 

My  Father's  home !  my  childhood's  dream, 

The  promise  from  on  high  I 
Long  waited  for !  its  glories  beam 

Now  when  my  death  is  nigh. 

Blest  scene !  thrice  welcome  after  toil — ■ 

If  no  deceit  I  view ; 
Oh  !  might  my  lips  but  press  the  soil 

And  prove  the  vision  true ! 


93 

Its  glorious  heights,  its  wealthy  plains, 

It's  many  tinted  groves, 
They  call !  but  He  my  steps  restrains 

Who  chastens  whom  He  loves. 

LYRA  APOSTOLICA. 


73. 

"  Blessed  and  holy  is  he  that  hath  part  in  the  first 
resurrection."    Rev.  20  :  8. 

My  life  is  a  shade,  my  days 
Apace  to  death  decline — 
My  Lord  is  life — He'll  raise 
My  flesh  again,  even  mine. 
Sweet  truth  to  me, 
I  shall  arise, 
And  with  these  eyes 
My  Saviour  see. 

My  peaceful  grave  shall  keep 
My  bones  till  that  sweet  day, 

1  wake  from  my  long  sleep, 
And  leave  my  bed  of  clay. 
Sweet  truth  to  me,  etc. 

My  Lord  His  angels  shall 
Their  golden  trumpets  sound, 

At  whose  most  welcome  call 
My  grave  shall  be  unbound. 
Sweet  truth  to  me,  etc. 


94 

What  means  my  beating  hearty 
To  be  thus  shy  of  death  ? 

My  life  and  I  shan't  part, 
When  I  resign  my  breath.     , 
Sweet  truth  to  me,  etc. 

I  said  sometimes  with  tears, 
Ah !  me !  I'm  loath  to  die ; 

Lord,  banish  Thou  these  fears, 
My  life's  with  Thee  on  high, 
Sweet  truth  to  me,  etc. 

Then  welcome,  harmless  grave, 
By  Thee  to  heaven  I'll  go ; 

My  Lord  His  death  shall  save 
Me  from  the  flames  below. 
Sweet  truth  to  me,  etc. 


74. 

"  We  are  willing  rather  to  be  absent  from  the 
body,  and  to  be  present  with  the  Lord."   2  Cor.  5  ;  S. 

Father,  I  long,  I  faint  to  see 

The  place  of  Thine  abode  ; 
I'd  leave  Thine  earthly  courts,  and  flee 

Up  to  Thy  seat,  my  God. 


95 

Here  I  behold  Thy  distant  face, 

And  'tis  a  pleasing  sight ; 
But  to  abide  in  Thine  embrace, 

Were  infinite  delight. 

I'd  part  with  all  the  joys  of  sense, 

To  gaze  upon  Thy  throne*; 
Pleasure  springs  fresh  forever  thence, 

Unspeakable,  unknown. 

There  at  Thy  feet  with  awful  fear, 

The  adoring  armies  fall ; 
"With  joy  they  shrink  to  nothing  thereij 

Before  the  eternal  All. 

The  more  Thy  glories  strike  my  eyes, 

The  humbler  I  shall  lie  ; 
Thus  while  I  sink,  my  joys  shall  rise 

Unmeasurably  high. 

Father,  I  long,  I  faint  to  see 

The  place  of  Thine  abode ; 
I'd  leave  Thine  earthly  courts  to  be 

Forever  with  my  God. 

WjLTTflL 


96 
75. 

"  The  time  of  my  departure  is  at  hand."    2  Tim 

4;  8. 

What  is  this  that  steals  upon  my  frame  ? 

Is  it  death,  is  it  death  ? 
That  soon  will  quench  this  vital  frame — 

Is  it  death,  is  it  death  ? 
If  this  be  death,  I  soon  shall  be 
From  every  pain  and  sorrow  free. 
I  shall  the  King  of  glory  see — 

All  is  well,  all  is  well! 

"Weep  not  my  friends,  weep  not  for  me, 

All  is  well,  all  is  well ! 
My  sins  are  pardoned ;  I  am  free, — 

All  is  well,  all  is  well ! 
Bright  seraphs  are  from  glory  come — 
They're  round  my  bed,  they're  in  my  room, 
They  wait  to  waft  my  spirit  home, 

All  is  well,  all  is  well ! 

Tune,  tune  your  harps,  ye  saints  in  glory, 

All  is  well,  all  is  well, 
I  will  rehearse  the  joyful  story, 

All  is  well,  all  is  well. 
There's  not  a  cloud  that  doth  arise, 
To  hide  my  Saviour  from  my  eyes : 
I  soon  shall  mount  the  upper  skies, 

All  is  well,  all  is  well. 


97 

Hark,  hark  I  my  Lord  and  Master  calls  me 

All  is  well,  all  is  well ! 
I  soon  shall  see  His  face  in  glory, 

All  is  well,  all  is  well. 
All,  all  is  peace  and  joy  divine, 
And  heaven  and  glory  now  are  mine  I 
All  Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb ! 

All  is  well,  all  is  well. 

Hail !  all  hail,  ye  blood- washed  throng  I 
Saved  by  grace — saved  by  grace  1 

I  come  to  join  your  rapturous  song; 
Saved  by  grace — saved  by  grace. 

Adieu,  my  friends,  adieu,  adieu ! 

I  can  no  longer  stay  with  you — 

My  glittering  crown  appears  in  view, 
All  is  well,  all  is  welL 


76. 

•  For  me  to  live  is  Christ,  and  to  die  is  gain 
Phil.  1  ;  21, 

No,  no,  it  is  not  dying 

To  go  unto  our  God ; 

The  glowing  earth  forsaking, 
Our  journey  homeward  taking 

Along  the  starrv  road. 


98 

No,  no  it  is  not  dying 

Heaven's  citizen  to  be ; 

The  crown  eternal  wearing, 
And  rest  unbroken  sharing, 

From  care  and  conflict  free. 

No,  no,  it  is  not  dying 

To  hear  the  precious  word ; 

Keceive  a  Father's  blessing 

Forevermore  possessing 
The  favor  of  the  Lord. 

No,  no,  it  is  not  dying 
To  wear  a  lordly  crown ; 

Among  God's  people  dwelling ; 

The  glorious  anthem  swelling 
Of  Him  whose  love  we  own. 

Oh !  no,  this  is  not  dying, 

Thou  Saviour  of  mankind ! 
Streams  there  are  overflowing 
Of  love,  no  hindrance  knowing  : 

Drops  only  here  we  find. 

FROM  THE  GERM.Vli 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS 


COLOSSIANS    III.  16. 


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Jmg  ge  praises  bitty  trnbcrstanbrag 

(Psalm  xlviL  T.) 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 


1.  Coloss.  i.   1  9.  7,  6 

1  I  lay  my  sins  on  Jesus, 

The  spotless  Lamb  of  God  ; 
He  bears  them  all,  and  frees  us 

From  the  accursed  load. 
I  bring  my  guilt  to  Jesus, 

To  wash  my  crimson  stains 
White,  in  his  blood  most  precious, 

Till  not  a  spot  remains. 

2  T  lay  my  wants  on  Jesus ; 

All  fullness  dwells  in  Him  ; 
He  heals  all  my  diseases. 

He  doth  my  soul  redeem. 
I  lay  my  griefs  on  Jesus, 

My  burdens  and  my  cares; 
He  from  them  all  releases, 

He  all  my  sorrow  shares. 


3  I  rest  my  soul  on  Jesus, 

This  weary  soul  of  mine ; 
His  right  hand  me  embraces, 

I  on  His  breast  recline. 
I  love  the  name  of  Jesus, 

Immanuel,  Christ,  the  Lord; 
like  fragrance  on  the  breezes 

His  name  abroad  is  poured. 

4  I  long  to  be  like  Jesus, 

Meek,  loving,  lowly,  mild; 
I  long  to  be  like  Jesus, 

The  Father's  holy  child. 
I  long  to  be  with  Jesus, 

Amid  the  heavenly  throng, 
To  sing  with  saints  His  praises, 

To  learn  the  angels'  song. 


H.  BONAR. 


2.  Mitt.  vi.  12.  7'a, 

1  When  this  passing  world  is  done, 
When  has  sunk  yon  glaring  sun, 
When  we  stand  with  Christ  in  glory, 
Looking  o'er  life's  finished  story, 
Then,  Lord,  shall  I  fully  know — 
Not  till  then — how  much  I  owe. 


When  I  hear  the  wicked  call 
On  the  rocks  and  hills  to  fall; 
When  I  see  them  start  and  shrink 
On  the  fiery  deluge  brink, 
Then,  Lord,  shall  I  fully  know — 
Not  till  then — how  much  I  owe. 


When  I  stand  before  the  throne, 
Dressed  in  beauty  not  my  own, 
When  I  see  Thee  as  Thou  art, 
Love  thee  with  unsinning  heart, 
Then.  Lord,  shall  I  fully  know — 
Not  till  then — how  much  I  owe. 


When  the  praise  of  heaven  I  bear, 
Loud  as  thunders  to  the  ear, 
Loud  as  many  waters'  noise, 
Sweet  as  harp's  melodious  voice, 
Then,  Lord,  shall  I  fully  know — 
Not  till  then — how  much  I  owe. 


>  Chosen  not  for  good  in  me, 
Wakened  up  from  wrath  to  flee, 
Hidden  in  the  Saviour's  side, 
By  the  Spirit  sanctified ; 
Teach  me,  Lord,  on  earth  to  show, 
.  By  my  love,  how  much  I  owe. 


6  Oft  I  walk  beneath  the  cloud, 
Dark  as  midnight's  gloomy  shrcud: 
But  when  fear  is  at  the  height, 
Jesus  comes,  and  all  is  light. 
Blessed  Jesus  !  bid  me  show 
Doubting  saints  how  much  1  owe. 

R.  M.  M'CHEYNE. 


3.  1  Peter  v  1.  C  M 

1  Lord,  it  belongs  not  to  my  care, 
Whether  I  die  or  live  ; 
To  love  and  serve  Thee  is  my  share, 
And  this  Thy  grace  must  give. 


2  If  life  be  long,  I  will  be  glad, 
That  I  may  long  obey ; 
If  short,  yet  why  should  I  be  sad 
To  soar  to  endless  day  ? 


3  Christ  leads  me  through  no  darker  rooma 
Than  He  went  through  before  ; 
He  that  unto  God's  kingdom  comes, 
Must  enter  by  His  door. 


4  Come,  Lord,   when  grace  has  rnarte  ma 
Thy  blessed  face  to  see  ;  [meet, 

For  if  thy  work  on  earth  be  sweet. 
What  will  thy  glory  be  ? 

6  Then  shall  I  end  my  sad  complaints, 
And  weary  sinful  days, 
And  join  with  the  triumphant  saints 
That  sing  Jehovah's  praise. 

6  My  knowledge  of  that  life  is  small, 
The  eye  of  faith  is  dim ; 
But  'tis  enough  that  Christ  knows  all, 
And  I  shall  be  with  Him. 

R.  BAXTER. 


4.*  John  vi.  37.  P.M. 

1  Just  as  I  am,  without  one  plea, 
But  that  thy  blood  was  shed  for  me, 
And  that  thou  bid'st  me  come  to  Thee, 
0  Lamb  of  God,  I  cornel 

*  The  metre  of  this  most  beautiful  hymn  is  one 
with  which  few  are  acquainted.  It  may,  however, 
be  sung  to  a  long-measure  tune,  by  repeating  tie 
I  come,"1  in  the  founh  line  of  each  verse 
It  will  be  found  arranged  for  music  in  Mr.  LowuU 
Musou's  work,  Tfie  Hallelujah. 


8 


2  Just  as  I  am,  and  waiting  not 

To  rid  my  soul  of  one  dark  blot,       \*\*% 

To  Thee,  whose  blood  can  cleanse  each 

0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come ! 

3  Just  as  I  am,  though  tossed  about 
With  many  a  conflict,  many  a  doubt. 
With  fears  within  and  wars  without. 

0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come ! 

4  Just  as  I  am,  poor,  wretched,  blind, 
Sight,  riches,  healing  of  the  mind, 
Yea,  all  I  need,  in  Thee  to  find, 

0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come ! 

5  Just  as  I  am — Thou  wilt  receive, 
Wilt  welcome,  pardon,  cleanse,  relieve,. 
Because  thy  promise  I  believe — 

0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come ! 

(3  Just  as  I  am — Thy  love  unknown 
Has  broken  every  barrier  down  ; 
Now  to  be  Thine,  yea,  thine  alone; — 
0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  1 


5,  Isaiah  xxvi.  4.  S.M 

I  Give  to  the  winds  thy  fears, 
Hope,  and  be  undismayed; 
God  hears  thy  sighs,  and  counts  thy  tears, 
God  shall  lilt  up  thy  head. 


2  Through  waves,  and  clouds,  and  storms, 
He  gently  clears  the  way  : 
Wait  thou  His  time  ;  so  shall  this  night 
Soon  end  in  joyous  day. 


3  Still  heavy  is  thy  heart? 

Still  sink  thy  spirits  down  ? 
Cast  off  the  weight,  let  fear  depart, 
And  every  care  be  gone. 


What  though  thou  rulest  not  ? 

Yet  heaven,  and  earth,  and  hell 
Proclaim  God  sitteth  on  the  throne, 

And  ruleth  all  things  well. 


5  Leave  to  His  sovereign  sway. 
To  choose  and  to  command ; 
So  shalt  thou,  wondering,  own  His  way 
How  wise,  how  good  His  hand  1 


10 

Far,  far  above  thy  thought, 

His  counsel  shall  appear, 
When  fully  He  the  work  hath  wroi  glit, 

That  caused  thy  needless  fear. 


6.  Psalm  xxxi.  15.  S.M 

1  Our  times  are  in  Thy  hand, 

0  God,  we  wish  them  there; 
Our  life,  our  friends,  our  souls  we  leave 
Entirely  to  Thy  care. 

2  Our  times  are  in  Thy  hand, 

Whatever  they  may  be, 
Pleasing  or  painful,  dark  or  bright, 
As  best  may  seem  to  Thee. 

3  Our  times  are  in  Thy  hand, 

Why  should  we  doubt  or  fear  ? 
A  Father's  hand  will  never  cause 
His  child  a  needless  tear. 


Our  times  are  in  Thy  hand, 

Jesus  the  crucified ; 
The  hand  our  many  sins  have  pierced, 

Is  now  our  guard  and  guide. 


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5  Our  times  are  in  Thy  hand. 
We'll  always  trust  in  Thee. 
Till  we  have  left  this  weary  land, 
And  all  Thy  glory  see. 


7.  Eeb.  xiL  2.  7 'a 

"   When  along  life's  thorny  road, 
Faints  the  soul  beneath  the  load. 
By  its  cares  and  sins  opprest, 
Finds  on  earth  no  peace  or  rest : 
When  the  wily  tempter's  near, 
Filling  us  with  doubts  and  fear, 
Jesus,  to  Thy  feet  we  flee, 
Jesus,  we  will  look  to  Thee. 

2  Thou,  our  Saviour,  from  the  throne, 
List'nest  to  Thy  people's  moan  ; 
Thou,  the  living  Head,  dost  share 
Every  pang  thy  members  bear. 
Full  of  tenderness  Thou  art; 
Thou  wilt  heal  the  broken  heart ; 
Full  of  power,  Thine  arm  shall  quell 
All  the  rage  and  might  of  hell ! 

3  By  Thy  tears  o'er  Lazarus  shed, 
By  Thy  power  to  raise  the  dead, 
By  Thy  meekness  under  scorn, 
By  Th\  stripes  and  crown  of  thor^ 


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By  that  rich  and  precious  blood, 
That  hath  made  our  peace  with  Grod 
Jesus,  to  Thy  feet  we  flee  ; 
Jesus,  we  will  cling  to  Thee. 

Mighty  to  redeem  and  save, 
Thou  hast  overcome  the  grave ; 
Thou  the  bars  of  death  hast  riven, 
Opened  wide  the  gates  of  heaven ; 
Soon  in  glory  Thou  shalt  come, 
Taking  Thy  poor  pilgrims  home  ; 
Jesus,  then  we  all  shall  be, 
Ever — ever — Lord,  with  Thee. 


8.  1  Thess.  iv.  17.  S.M. 

1  For  ever  with  the  Lord ! 

Amen,  so  let  it  be : 
Life  from  the  dead  is  in  that  word, 
'Tis  immortality. 

2  Here  in  the  body  pent, 

Absent  from  Him  I  roam, 
Yet  nightly  pitch  my  moving  tent 
A  day's  march  nearer  home. 

3  My  Father's  house  on  high, 

Home  of  my  soul,  how  near 
At  times  to  Faith's  illumined  eye 
Thy  golden  gates  appear  I 


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4  My  thirsty  spirit  faints 

To  reach  the  land  I  love, 
The  bright  inheritance  of  saints, 
Jerusalem  above. 

5  Yet  clouds  will  intervene, 

And  all  my  prospect  flies ; 
Like  Noah's  dove,  I  flit  between 
Rough  seas  and  stormy  skies. 

0  Anon  the  clouds  depart, 

The  winds  and  waters  cease, 
While  sweetly  o'er  my  gladdened  heart 
Expands  the  bow  of  peace. 


9.  Barn.  viii.  1.  CM. 

1  Xo  condemnation !  0  my  soul, 
'lis  God  that  speaks  the  word; 
Perfect  in  comeliness  art,thou, 
In  Christ  thy  glorious  Lord. 


2   In  heaven  His  blood  for  ever  speaks, 
In  God  the  Father's  ear; 
His  church,  the  jewels,  on  his  heart, 
Jesus  will  ever  bear. 


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3  No  condemnation !  precious  word  I 

Consider  it,  my  soul ; 
Thy  sins  were  all  on  Jesus  laid ; 
His  stripes  have  made  thee  whole 

4  Teach  us,  0  God,  to  fix  our  eyes 

On  Christ,  the  spotless  Lamb, 
So  shall  we  love  Thy  gracious  will, 
And  glorify  Thy  name 


10.  2  Cor.  v.  14,  15.  7,  6 

1  0  Lord,  who  now  art  seated 

Above  the  heavens  on  high, 
(The  gracious  work  completed, 

For  which  Thou  cam'st  to  die,) 
To  Thee  our  hearts  are  lifted, 

While  pilgrims  wandering  here, 
For  Thou  alone  art  gifted, 

Our  every  weight  to  bear. 

2  We  know  that  Thou  hast  bought  us, 

And  washed  us  in  Thy  blood  ; 
"We  know  Thy  grace  has  brought  us, 

As  kings  and  priests  to  God. 
We  know  that  soon  the  morning, 

Long  looked  for,  hasteth  near, 
When  we,  at  Thy  returning, 

In  glory  shall  appear. 


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8  0  Lord,  Thy  love's  unbounded! 

So  full,  so  sweet,  so  free ! 
Our  thoughts  are  all  confounded, 

Whene'er  we  think  on  Thee : 
For  us  Thou  cam'st  from  heaven, 

For  us  to  bleed  and  die  ; 
That  purchased  and  forgiven, 

We  might  ascend  on  high. 

4  Oh  !  let  this  love  constrain  us 

To  give  our  hearts  to  Thee ; 
Let  nothing  henceforth  pain  us, 

But  that  which  paineth  Thee. 
Our  joy,  our  one  endeavor, 

Through  suffering,  conflict,  shame- 
To  serve  Thee,  gracious  Saviour, 

And  magnify  Thy  name. 


11.  Isaiah  iii.  10.  S.M 

1  What  cheering  words  are  these ; 

Their  sweetness  who  can  tell  ? 
In  time  and  to  eternal  days, 
"'Tis  with  the  righteous  well." 

2  In  every  state  secure, 

Kept  as  Jehovah's  eye, 
'Tis  well  with  them  while  life  endures, 
And  well  when  called  to  die. 


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3  Well  when  they  see  His  face, 
Or  sink  amidst  the  flood ; 
Well  in  affliction's  thorny  maze, 
Or  on  the  mount  with  God. 


4  'Tis  well  when  joys  arise, 

Tis  well  when  sorrows  flow, 
'Tis  well  when  darkness  veils  tlv  sV.es, 
And  strong  temptations  grow. 


5  'Tis  well  when  Jesus  calls, 
"  From  earth  and  sin  arise, 
To  join  the  hosts  of  ransomed  souls, 
Made  to  salvation  wise." 


12.  Matt.  xiv.  28,  29.  F  \i 

I  He  bids  us  come ;  His  voice  we  knova 
And  boldly  on  the  waters  go, 

To  Him  our  Lord  and  God; 
We  walk  on  life's  tempestuous  tea 
For  He  who  died  to  set  us  free, 

Hath  called  us  by  His  word. 


2  Secure  from  troubled  waves  we  trc  *\ 
Nor  all  the  storms  around  us  heed, 
While  to  our  Lord  we  look ; 


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O'er  every  fierce  temptation  bound, 
The  billows  yield  a  solid  ground, 
The  wave  is  firm  as  rock. 

But  if  from  Him  we  turn  our  eye, 
And  see  the  raging  floods  run  high, 

And  feel  our  fears  within ; 
Our  foes  so  strong,  our  flesh  so  frail, 
Reason  and  unbelief  prevail, 

And  sink  us  into  sin. 

Lord,  we  our  belief  confess, 
Our  little  spark  of  faith  increase, 

That  we  may  doubt  no  more ; 
But  fix  on  Thee  our  steady  eye, 
And  on  Thioe  outstretched  arm  rely, 

Till  all  the  storm  is  o'er. 


13.  Galatvi.9.  T's 

1  Faint  not,  Christian !  tnough  the  road 
Leading  to  thy  blest  abode, 
Darksome  be,  and  dangerous  too — 
Christ,  thy  guide,  will  bring  thee  through 

2  Faint  not,  Christian !  though  in  rage, 
Satan  would  thy  soul  engage ; 

Gird  on  faith's  anointed  shield, 
Bear  it  to  the  battle-field. 
2 


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3  Faint  not,  Christian !  though  the  world, 
Has  its  hostile  flag  unfurled ; 
Hold  the  cross  of  Jesus  fast, 
Thou  shalt  overcome  at  last. 


4  Faint  not,  Christian !  though  within, 
There's  a  heart  so  prone  to  sin  j 
Christ  the  Lord  is  over  all, 
He'll  not  suffer  thee  to  fall. 


5  Faint  not,  Christian !  though  thy  God 
Smite  thee  with  His  chastening  rod ; 
Smite  He  must,  with  father's  care, 
That  He  may  His  love  declare. 

6  Faint  not,  Christian !  Jesus'  near, 
Soon  in  glory  He'll  appear ; 
And  His  love  will  then  bestow 
Power  over  every  foe. 


Faint  not,  Christian  !  look  on  high, 
See  the  harpers  in  the  sky ; 
Patient  wait,  and  thou  wilt  join- 
Chant  with  them  of  love  divine. 


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14.  Prov.  xviii.  10.  L.M. 

1  Rejoice  ye  saints,  rejoice  and  praise 
The  blessings  of  redeeming  grace; 
Jesus,  your  everlasting  tower, 
Mocks  at  the  angry  tempest's  power. 

2  His  love's  a  refuge  ever  nigh, 

His  watchfulness  as  mountains  high, 
His  name's  a  rock,  which  winds  above, 
And  waves  below,  can  never  move. 

3  TVhile  all  things  change,  lie  changes  not, 
lie  ne'er  forgets,  though  oft  forgot; 

His  love's  unchangeably  the  same, 
And  as  enduring  as  His  name. 

4  Rejoice,  ye  saints,  rejoice  and  praise 
The  blessings  of  this  wondrous  grace ; 
Jesus,  your  everlasting  tower, 

Can  bear  unmoved  the  tempest's  power. 


15.  John  xiv.  1,  2.  P.M. 

1   Away  with  our  sorrow  and  fear  ! 

We  soon  shall  have  entered  our  homo.; 
The  city  of  saints  shall  appear, 
The  day  of  eternity  come. 


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From  earth  we  shall  quickly  remove, 
To  dwell  in  a  native  abode, 

In  mansions  of  glory  above, 

Prepared  of  our  Father  and  God. 

2  Ah !  who  upon  earth  can  conceive 

The  bliss  that  in  heaven  they'll  sharp, 
And  who  this  dark  world  would  not  leave 

And  cheerfully  seek  to  be  there, 
Where  Christ  is  the  light  and  the  sun, 

And  we  by  reflection  shall  shine, 
With  Him  everlastingly  one, 

And  bright  in  effulgence  divine. 

3  'Tis  good  at  Thy  word  to  be  here, 

'Tis  better  in  Thee  to  be  gone, 
And  see  Thee  in  glory  appear, 

And  rise  to  a  share  in  Thy  throne. 
All  tears  will  be  wiped  from  our  eyes, 

When  Thee  we  behold  in  the  cloud, 
And  echo  the  joys  of  the  skies. 

And  shout  to  the  trumpet  of  God. 


16.  1  Cor.  xv.  10.  CM 

1  All  that  I  was,  my  sin,  my  guilt, 
My  death,  was  all  my  own ; 
All  that  I  am,  I  owe  to  Thee, 
My  gracious  God  alone. 


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The  evil  of  my  former  state 
Was  mine,  and  only  mine ; 

The  good  in  which  I  now  rejoice 
Is  Thine,  and  only  Thine. 


3  The  darkness  of  iry  former  state, 

The  bondage,  all  was  mine ; 
The  light  of  life  in  which  I  walk, 
The  liberty  is  Thine. 

4  Thy  grace  first  made  me  feel  my  sin, 

And  taught  me  to  believe  ; 
Then  in  believing,  peace  I  found, 
And  now  I  live,  I  live. 


All  that  I  am  e'en  here  on  earth, 

All  that  I  hope  to  be, 
When  Jesus  comes,  and  glory  dawns, 

I  owe  it,  Lord,  to  Thee. 

H.  BONAR. 


17  1  Peter  il  7.  CM 

1  We'll  sing  of  Christ,  no  matter  who 
Should  disapprove  the  theme  : 
When  He  is  precious  to  our  view, 
Wo  can't  but  sing  of  Him. 


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2  And  He  is  precious  in  the  sight 

Of  all  who  know  His  voice: 
'Twas  He  who  brought  them  to  the  light, 
And  taught  them  to  rejoice. 

3  'Tis  He  who  cheers  them  by  His  smile, 

And  guards  them  by  His  power ; 
Who  keeps  them  safe  from  force  and  guile, 
In  every  trying  hour. 

4  'Tis  He  who  will  conduct  them  home, 

Beyond  the  reach  of  ill : 
Where  all  the  ransomed  people  come, 
Where  saints  for  ever  dwell. 


6  Then  let  His  people  make  their  boast 
Of  Him  and  Him  alone, 
Who  came  from  heaven  to  save  the  lost ; 
The  praise  be  His  alone. 


18.  Exodus  xiv.  15.  Vfk 

1  When  we  cannot  see  our  way, 
Let  us  trust,  and  still  obey  ; 
He  who  bids  us  forward  go, 
Cannot  fail  the  way  to  show. 


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Though  the  sea  be  deep  and  wide, 
Though  a  passage  seem  denied ; 
Fearless  let  us  still  proceed, 
Since  the  Lord  vouchsafes  to  lead. 


3  Though  it  seems  the  gloom  of  night, 
Though  we  see  no  ray  of  light ; 
Since  the  Lord  Himself  is  there, 
'Tis  not  meet  that  we  should  fear. 


4  Night  with  Him  is  never  night, 
Where  He  is,  there  all  is  light ; 
When  He  calls  us,  why  delay  ? 
They  are  happy  who  obey. 


5  Be  it  ours,  then,  while  we're  here, 
Him  to  follow  without  fear ! 
"Where  He  calls  us,  there  to  go, 
What  He  bids  us,  that  to  do. 


19.  Heb.  x.  37.  L.M 

1  "A  little  while,"  our  Lord  shall  come, 
And  we  shall  wander  here  no  more  ; 
He'll  take  us  to  our  Father's  home, 
Where  He  for  us  has  gone  before. 


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2  '*  A  little  while,"  He'll  come  again ; 
Let  us  the  precious  hours  redeem ; 
Our  only  grief  to  give  Him  pain, 
Our  joy  to  serve  and  follow  Him. 

3  "  A  little  while,"  'twill  soon  be  past ; 
Why  should  we  shun  the  promised  cross? 
Oh !  let  us  in  His  footsteps  haste, 
Counting  for  Him  all  else  but  loss. 

4  "A  little  while,"  come,  Saviour,  come ; 
For  Thee  Thy  bride  has  tarried  lung ; 
Take  Thy  poor  wearied  pilgrims  home, 
To  sing  the  new  eternal  song. 


20.  Matt,  xviii.  20.  8,  7,  4* 

1  In  Thy  name,  0  Lord,  assembling, 

"We,  Thy  people,  now  draw  near ; 
Teach  us  to  rejoice  with  trembling ; 

Speak  and  let  Thy  servants  hear, 
Hear  with  meekness. 
Hear  Thy  word  with  godly  fear. 

2  While  our  days  on  earth  are  lengthened, 

May  we  give  them,  Lord,  to  Thee, 
Cheered  by  hope,  and  daily  strengthened, 

May  we  run,  nor  weary  be ; 
'Till  Thy  glory, 
Without  clouds  in  heaven  we  see 


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Then  in  worship,  purer,  sweeter, 
Thee  Thy  people  shall  adore, 

Tasting  of  enjoyment  greater 

Far  than  thought  conceived  before. 
Full  enjoyment, 

Full,  unmixed,  and  evermore. 


21.  2  Peter  m.  12.  P.M 

1  Oh !  haste  away,  my  brethren  dear, 
And  come  to  Canaan's  shore ; 
We'll  meet  and  sing  for  ever  there, 
"When  all  our  toils  are  o'er. 

Oh  !  that  will  be  joyful,  joyful,  joyful, 

Oh!  that  will  be  joyful, 

To  meet  to  part  no  more, 

To  meet  to  part  no  more, 

On  Canaan's  happy  shore; 
And  there  sing  hallelujah 
With  the  friends  that  have  gone  before. 


2  How  sweet  to  hear  the  hallowed  theme 
That  saints  shall  ever  sing ; 
To  hear  their  voices  all  proclaim 
"  Salvation  to  the  King." 

Oh  !  that  will  be,  etc. 


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3  Around  His  throne,  all  jlothed  in  white, 
Will  all  His  saints  appear; 
And,  shining  in  His  glory  bright, 
Will  see  our  Saviour  there. 

Oh !  that  will  be,  etc. 


Through  heaven  the  shouts  of  angels  ring 
When  sons  to  God  are  born : 

Oh  !  what  a  company  will  sing 
On  the  millennial  morn. 


Oh !  that  will  be,  etc. 


Through  one  eternal  day  we'll  sing, 
And  bless  His  sacred  name, 

With  hallelujah  to  the  King, 
And  '  Worthy  is  the  Lamb." 

Oh !  that  will  be,  etc. 


22.  Rom.  xxii.  20.  P.M. 

1  The  church  has  waited  long 
Her  absent  Lord  to  see ; 
And  still  in  loneliness  she  waits — 
A  friendless  stranger  she. 


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Age  after  age  has  gone, 

Sun  after  sun  has  set, 
And  still  in  weeds  of  widowhood 

She  weeps,  a  mourner  yet. 

Come,  then.  Lord  Jesus,  come! 


Saint  after  saint  on  earth, 

Has  lived,  and  loved,  and  died ; 
And  as  they  left  us,  one  by  one, 

We  laid  them  side  by  side : 
We  laid  them  down  to  sleep, 

But  not  in  hope  forlorn; 
We  laid  them  but  to  ripen  there 

Till  the  last  glorious  morn. 

Come,  then,  Lord  Jesus,  come ! 


The  serpent's  brood  increase, 

The  powers  of  hell  grow  bold, 
The  conflict  thickens,  faith  is  low, 

And  love  is  waxing  cold. 
How  long,  0  Lord  our  God, 

Holy,  and  true,  and  good, 
Wilt  thou  not  judge  Thy  suffering  church, 

Her  sighs,  and  tears,  and  blood  ? 

Come,  then,  Lord  Jesus,  cornel 


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"Wo  long  to  hear  Thy  voice, 

To  see  Thee  face  to  face, 
To  share  Thy  crown  and  glory  then, 

As  now  we  share  Thy  grace. 
Should  not  the  loving  bride 

The  absent  bridegroom  mourn  ? 
Should  she  not  wear  the  weeds  of  grief 

Until  her  Lord  return  ? 

Come,  then,  Lord  Jesus,  come  1 


5  The  whole  creation  groans, 

And  waits  to  hear  that  voice 
That  shall  restore  her  comeliness, 

And  make  her  wastes  rejoice. 
Come,  Lord,  and  wipe  away 

The  curse,  the  sin,  the  stain, 
And  make  this  blighted  world  of  ours 

Thine  own  fair  world  again. 

Come,  then,  Lord  Jesus,  come  I 

H.  EONAR. 

23.  Cant,  viii.  5.  P.M. 

1  0  holy  Saviour  1  Friend  unseen  ! 
Since  on  thy  arm  thou  bid'st  us  lean, 
Help  us  throughout  life's  changing  scene 
By  faith  to  cling  to  Thee. 


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2  Blest  with  this  fellowship  divine, 
Take  what  Thou  wilt,  we'll  not  repine 
For,  as  the  branches  to  the  vine, 
We  only  cling  to  Thee. 


3  Though  far  from  home,  fatigued,  opprest, 
Here  we  have  found  a  place  of  rest ; 
As  exiles  still,  yet  not  unblest, 
Because  we  cling  to  Thee. 


4  What  though  the  world  deceitful  prove, 
And  earthly  friends  and  hopes  remove. 
With  patient,  uncomplaining  love, 
Still  can  we  cling  to  Thee. 


5  Though  oft  we  seem  to  tread  alone 
Life's  dreary  waste  with  thorns  o'ergrown, 
Thy  voice  of  love,  in  gentlest  tone. 
Whispers,  "Still  cling  to  Me  1" 


6  Though  faith  and  hope  are  often  tried, 
We  ask  not,  need  not,  aught  beside, 
So  safe,  so  calm,  so  satisfied 

The  souls  that  cling  to  Thee. 


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T  They  fear  not  Satan,  nor  the  grave, 
They  know  Thee  near,  and  strong  to  save 
With  Thee  all  danger  they  can  brave, 
Because  thy  cling  to  Thee. 

8  Blest  is  our  lot,  whate'er  befall  ; 
"Who  can  affright,  or  who  appal ; 
Since  as  our  strength,  our  Bock,  our  all, 
Jesus,  wo  i ling  to  Thee? 


24.  Galat.  vl  14.  CM 

1  Let  worldly  minds  the  world  pursue  ; 
What  are  its  charms  to  me  ? 
Once  I  admired  its  trifles  too, 
But  grace  has  set  me  free. 


2  Its  pleasures  now  no  longer  please, 
No  more  content  afford; 
Far  from  my  heart  be  joys  like  these, 
Now  I  have  seen  the  Lord. 


3  As  by  the  light  of  opening  day 
The  stars  are  all  concealed, 
So  ^earthly  pleasures  fade  away 
When  Jesus  is  revealed. 


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Creatures  no  more  divide  my  choice, 

I  bid  you  all  depart ; 
His  name,  and  love,  and  gracious  word, 

Have  fixed  my  roving  heart. 


25.  Galatm.  13.  CM. 

1  Blessed  be  God,  for  ever  blest, 
And  glorious  be  His  name ! 
His  Son  He  gave,  our  souls  to  save 
From  everlasting  shame. 


2  Had  T  worn  sackcloth,  and  in  dust 
Cast  myself  humbly  down, 
Covered  my  miserable  head 
With  ashes  for  a  crown, 


3  This  could  not  save  me  from  the  curse, 
Nor  end  the  endless  pain, 
Xor  quench  the  fire,  nor  ease  the  heart, 
Nur  wipe  away  one  stain. 


4  Th'  Eternal  Life  His  liie  laid  down, 
Such  was  the  wondrous  plan. 
And  God,  the  blessed  God,  was  made 
A  curse  for  cursed  man. 


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5  Our  flesh  He  took,  our  sins  He  bore, 
Himself  for  us  He  gave  ; 
His  woes  were  ours,  and  we  with  Him 
"Were  buried  in  one  grave. 


6  With  Him  we  rose,  with  Him  we  live 
With  Him  we  sit  above, 
With  Him  for  ever  we  shall  share 
The  Father's  boundless  love. 


7  Bless,  then,  Jehovah's  blessed  name, 
And  bless  our  blessed  King ; 
And  songs  of  glad  deliverance 
For  ever,  ever  sing ! 


26.  Matt,  xl  28.  Double  CM 

1  I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say, 

Come  unto  me  and  rest ; 
Lay  down,  thou  weary  one,  lay  down 

Thy  head  upon  my  breast. 
I  came  to  Jesus  as  I  was, 

Weary,  and  worn,  and  sad, 
I  found  in  Him  a  resting-place, 

And  He  has  made  me  glad. 


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2  I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say, 

Behold,  I  freely  give 
The  living  water  ;  thirsty  one, 

Stoop  down  and  drink  and  live. 
I  came  to  Jesus,  and  1  drank 

Of  that  life-giving  stream  ; 
My  thirst  was  quenched,  my  soul  revived, 

And  now  I  live  in  Him. 

3  I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say, 

I  am  this  dark  world's  light, 
Look  unto  me,  thy  morn  shall  rise, 

And  all  thy  day  be  bright. 
T  looked  to  Jesus,  and  I  found 

In  Him  my  Star,  my  Sun  ; 
And  in  that  light  of  life  I'll  walk, 

Till  travelling  days  are  done. 

H.  BOXAR. 


27.  Ephes.v.M.  CM. 

1  Lord  Jesus,  are  we  one  with  Thee  ? 

Oh  !  height,  oh !  depth  of  love ! 
With  Thee  we  died  upon  the  tree, 
In  Thee  we  live  above. 

2  Such  was  Thy  grace  that  for  our  sake 

Thou  didst  from  heaven  come  down, 
Our  mortal  flesh  and  blood  partake, 
In  all  our  misery  one. 
3 


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Our  sins,  our  guilt,  in  love  divine, 
Were  borne  on  earth  by  Thee ; 

The  gall,  the  curse,  the  wrath  were  Thine, 
To  set  Thy  members  free. 


4  Ascended  now  in  glory  bright, 
Still  one  with  us  Thou  art ; 
Nor  life,  nor  death,  nor  depth,  nor  heigh  1 
Thy  saints  and  Thee  can  part. 


5  Soon,  soon  shall  come  that  glorious  day 
When,  seated  on  Thy  throne, 
Thou  shalt  to  wond'ring  worlds  display 
That  Thou  with  us  art  one. 


28.  Prov.  xiv.  32.  7   £, 

1  Ah!  I  shall  soon  be  dying, 

Time  swiftly  glides  away ; 
But,  on  my  Lord  relying, 

I  hail  the  happy  day ; 
The  day  when  I  shall  enter 

Upon  a  world  unknown. 
My  helpless  soul  I  venture 

On  Jobus  Christ  alone. 


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2  He  once,  a  spotless  victim, 

Cpon  Mount  Calvary  bled; 
Jehovah  did  afllict  Him 

And  bruise  Him  in  my  stead: 
Hence  all  my  hope  arises, 

Unworthy  as  I  am; 
My  soul  most  surely  prizes 

The  sin-atoning  Lamb. 

3  Soon,  with  the  saints  in  glory, 

The  grateful  song  I'll  raise, 
And  chant  my  blissful  story 

In  high  seraphic  lays. 
Free  grace,  redeeming  merit, 

And  sanctifying  love 
Of  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit, 

I'll  sing  in  realms  above. 


29.  Philip.  I  21.  P.M. 

1  Rejoice  for  a  brother  deceased, 

Our  loss  is  his  infinite  gain  ; 
A  soul  out  of  prison  released, 

And  freed  from  its  bodily  chain. 
With  songs  let  us  follow  his  flight, 

And  mount  with  his  spirit  above, 
Escaped  to  the  mansions  of  light, 

And  lodged  in  the  Eden  of  love. 


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2  Our  brother  the  haven  hath  gained, 

Out-flying  the  tempest  and  wind ; 
His  rest  he  hath  sooner  obtained, 

And  left  his  companions  behind, 
Still  tossed  on  a  sea  of  distress. 

Hard  toiling  to  make  the  blest  shore; 
Where  all  is  assurance  and  peace, 

And  sorrow  and  sin  are  no  more. 


3  There  all  the  ship's  company  meet, 

Who  sailed  with  the  Saviour  beneath, 
With  shouting  each  other  they  greet, 

And  triumph  o'er  trouble  and  death. 
The  voyage  of  life's  at  an  end, 

The  mortal  affliction  is  past ; 
The  age  that  in  heaven  they  spend 

For  ever  and  over  shall  last. 

C.  WESLEY. 


30.  Rev.  xiv.  13.  P.M. 

1  How  blest  is  our  sister,  bereft 

Of  all  that  could  burden  her  mind ! 
How  easy  the  soul  that  has  left. 

This  wearisome  body  behind; 
Of  evil  incapable  thou 

Whose  relics  with  envy  I  see ; 
No  longer  in  misery  now, 

No  longer  a  sinner  like  me. 


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This  earth  is  affected  no  more 

With  sickness,  or  shaken  with  pain : 
The  war  in  the  members  is  o'er, 

And  never  shall  vex  her  again. 
No  anger  henceforward,  or  shame, 

Shall  redden  this  innocent  clay ; 
Extinct  is  the  animal  flame, 

Amd  passion  is  vanquished  away. 

This  languishing  head  is  at  rest, 

Its  thinking  and  aching  are  o'er; 
This  quiet,  immovable  breast 

Is  heaved  by  affliction  no  more ; 
This  heart  is  no  longer  the  seat 

Of  trouble  and  torturing  pain ; 
[t  ceases  to  nutter  and  beat, 

It  never  shall  nutter  again. 


The  lids  she  so  seldom  could  close, 

By  sorrow  forbidden  to  sleep, 
Sealed  up  in  their  mortal  repose, 

Have  strangely  forgotten  to  weep  : 
The  fountains  can  yield  no  supplies, 

These  hollows  from  water  aro  free ; 
The  tears  are  all  wiped  from  these  eyes, 

And  evil  they  never  shall  see. 

C.  WESLEY. 


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31.  Bom.  viiL  31.  7,  6. 

1  Is  God  for  ir  e  ?  what  is  it 

That  man  can  do  to  me  ? 
Oft  as  my  God  I  visit, 

All  woes  give  way  and  flee. 
If  God  be  my  salvation, 

!My  refuge  in  distress, 
What  earthly  tribulation 

Can  shake  my  steadfast  peace  f 


2  The  ground  of  my  profession 

Is  Jesus  and  His  blood ; 
He  gives  me  the  possession 

Of  everlasting  good. 
In  me,  and  in  my  doing, 

Is  nothing  on  this  earth ; 
"What  Jesus  is  bestowing 

Alone  is  truly  worth. 

3  For  me  there  is  provided 

A  city  fair  and  new; 
To  it  I  shall  be  guided — 

Jerusalem  the. true! 
My  portion  there  is  lying, 

A  destined  Canaan — lot; 
Though  I  am  daily  dying, 

My  Canaan  withers  noi 


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My  heart  within  me  leapeth, 

And  cannot  down  be  cast ; 
In  sunshine  bright  it  keepeth, 

A  never-ending  feast. 
The  sun  which,  smiling,  lights  me 

Is  Jesus  Christ  alone ; 
And  what  to  sing  invites  me, 

Is  heaven  on  earth  begun. 


32.  2  Kings  iv.  26.  P.M. 

1  Through  the  love  of  God  our  Saviour, 

All  will  be  well ; 
Free  and  changeless  is  His  favour, 

All,  all  is  well. 
Precious  is  the  blood  that  healed  us ; 
Perfect  is  the  grace  that  sealed  us, 
Strong  the  hand  stretched  out  to  shield  us, 

All  must  be  well. 


Though  we  pass  through  tribulation, 

All  will  be  well  ; 
Our's  is  such  a  full  salvation, 

All,  all  is  well. 
Happy,  still  to  God  confiding, 
Fruitful,  if  in  Christ  abiding, 
Holy,  through  the  Spirit's  guiding, 
All  must  be  well 


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We  expect  a  bright  to-morrow, 

All  will  be  well ; 
Faith  can  sing  through  days  of  sorrow 

All,  all  is  well. 
On  our  Father's  love  relying, 
Jesus  every  need  supplying, 
Or  in  living  or  in  dying, 

All  must  be  well. 


33.  Matt.  xiv.  27.  CM 

1  When  waves  of  sorrow  round  me  swell, 
My  soul  is  not  dismayed ; 
I  hear  a  voice  I  know  full  well, 
"  'Tis  I,  be  not  afraid." 


2  When  black  the  threat'ning  clouds  appeal 
And  storms  my  path  invade, 
That  voice  shall  tranquilize  each  fear, 
'"Tis  I,  be  not  afraid.'' 


i  There  is  a  gulf  that  must  be  crossed, — 
Saviour !  be  near  to  aid ; 
Whisper,  when  my  frail  bark  is  tossed, 
"'Tis  I,  bs  not  afraid." 


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There  is  a  dark  and  fearful  vale, 
Death  hides  within  its  shade  ; 

Oh !  say,  when  flesh  and  hearts  shall  faU, 
"'Tis  I,  be  not  afraid." 


34.  John  xvil  24  L.M. 

1  Let  me  be  with  Thee  where  Thou  art, 
My  Saviour,  my  eternal  rest ; 

Then  only  will  this  longing  heart 
Be  fully  and  for  ever  blest. 

2  Let  me  be  with  Thee  where  Thou  art, 
Thy  unveiled  glory  to  behold; 

Then  only  will  this  wand'ring  heart 
Cease  to  be  false  to  Thee,  and  cold. 


3  Let  me  be  with  Thee  where  Thou  art, 
Where  spotless  saints  Thy  name  adore; 
Then  only  will  this  sinful  heart 
13e  evil  and  defiled  no  more. 


4  Let  me  be  with  Thee  where  Thou  art. 
"Where  none  can  die,  where  none  remove, 
There  neither  death  nor  life  will  part 
Me  from  Thy  presence  and  Thy  love. 


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35.  MaiL  vi.  10.  P.M. 

1  My  Grod,  my  Father,  while  I  stray, 
Far  from  my  home,  on  life's  rough  way, 
Oh !  teach  me  from  my  heart  to  say, 
"  Thy  will  be  done." 


2  If  Thou  should'st  call  me  to  resign 
"What  most  I  prize, — it  ne'er  was  mine ; 
I  only  yield  Thee  what  was  Thine ; — 
"  Thy  will  be  done." 


3  E'en  if  again  I  ne'er  should  see 
The  friend  more  dear  than  life  to  me, 
Ere  long  we  both  shall  be  with  Thee  ;- 
"  Thy  will  be  done." 


4  Should  pining  sickness  waste  away 
My  life  in  premature  decay, 
My  Father,  still  I  strive  to  say, 

"  Thy  will  be  done." 


5  If  but  my  fainting  heart  be  blest 
"With  Thy  sweet  Spirit  for  its  guest, 
My  God,  to  Thee  I  leave  the  rest, — 
"Thy  will  be  done." 


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6  Renew  my  wil.  from  day  to  day. 
Blend  it  with  Thine,  and  take  away 
All  that  now  makes  it  hard  to  say, 
"  Thy  will  be  done." 


7  Then  when  on  earth  I  breathe  no  more, 
The  prayer  oft  mixed  with  tears  before, 
I'll  sing  upon  a  happier  shore, 

"  Thy  will  be  done." 


36.  Horn.  viii.  28.  CM. 

1  When  I  by  faith  the  Saviour's  death 
Behold,  and  know  Him  mine, 
Sweetly  my  rising  hours  advance, 
And  peacefully  decline. 


2  I  can  not  doubt  his  bounteous  love, 
So  full,  so  free,  so  kind ; 
To  His  unerring,  gracious  will 
Be  ev'ry  wish  resigned. 


3  Good  when  he  gives,  supremely  good, 
Nor  less  when  he  denies; 
Afflictions  from  His  gracious  hand, 
Are  blessings  in  disguise. 


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Inscribed  in  Thy  fair  book  of  life, 
Oh  I  may  I  read  my  name  ! 

There  let  it  fill  some  humble  place, 
Beneath  the  slaughtered  Lamb ! 


37.  Rev.  v.  12.  P.M 

1  Glory  to  God  on  high! 
Let  heav'n  and  earth  reply, 
Praise  ye  His  name: 
His  love  and  grace  adore, 
Who  all  our  sorrows  bore ; 
Sing  aloud  evermore. 

"Worthy  the' Lamb!" 


2  Jesus,  our  Lord  and  God, 
Bore  sin's  tremendous  load  j 

Praise  ye  His  name  : 
Tell  what  His  arm  hath  done, 
What  spoils  from  death  He  won ; 
Sing  His  great  name  alone  ; 

"  Worthy  the  Lamb  J" 


3  Join,  all  ye  ransomed  race, 
Our  Lord  and  God  to  bless; 
Praise  ye  His  name ; 


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In  him  we  will  rejoice, 
And  make  a  cheerful  noise, 
Shouting  with  heart  and  voice, 
11  Worthy  the  Lamb  l" 

What  though  we  change  our  place, 
Yet  we  shall  never  cease 

Praising  His  name : 
To  Him  our  songs  we  bring, 
Hail  Him  our  gracious  King, 
And  without  ceasing  sing, 

"Worthy  the  Lamb!" 


Let  all  the  hosts  above 
Join  in  one  song  of  love, 

Praising  His  name : 
To  Him  ascribed  be, 
Honour  and  majesty, 
Through  all  eternity: 

"Worthy  the  Lamb  1" 


38.  Psalm  cxxxiv.  1.  S.M. 

1  Stand  up  and  bless  the  Lord, 
Ye  people  of  His  choice ; 
Stand  up  and  bless  the  Lord  your  God, 
With  heart  and  soul  and  voice. 


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2  Though  high  above  all  praise, 

Above  all  blessing  high, 
Who  would  not  fear  His  holy  name, 
And  laud  and  magnify  ? 

3  Oh  !  for  the  living  flame, 

From  His  own  altar  brought, 
To  touch  our  lips,  our  minds  inspire,. 
And  wing  to  heaven  our  thought ! 

4  God  is  our  strength  and  song, 

And  His  salvation  ours ; 
Then  be  His  love  in  Christ  proclaimed, 
With  all  our  ransomed  powers. 

5  Stand  up  and  bless  the  Lord, 

The  Lord  your  God  adore ; 
Stand  up  and  bless  His  glorious  name, 
Henceforth  for  evermore. 

MONTGOMERY. 


39.  Lulce  xxL  28.  CM. 

1  Awake  ye  saints,  and  raise  your  eyes, 
And  lift  your  voices  high ; 
Extol  the  sovereign  love  that  shews 
Our  full  redemption  nigh. 


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Fast  on  the  wings  of  time  it  flies, 
Its  coming  nought  can  stay : 

It  speeds  with  each  revolving  year, 
With  each  declining  day. 


3  Not  many  years  their  rounds  shall  run, 
Nor  many  mornings  rise, 
Ere  all  its  glories  stand  revealed 
To  our  admiring  eyes. 


Then  let  the  wheels  of  nature  roll 

Yet  onward  to  decay : 
We  long  to  hail  the  rising  sun, 

That  brings  th'  eternal  day. 

DODDRIDGE. 


40.  1  John  iv.  19.     Double  CM. 

1  We  love  Thee,  Lord,  because  when  we 

Had  erred  and  gone  astray, 
Thou  didct  recall  our  wand'ring  soul3 

Into  the  homeward  way. 
When  helpless,  hopeless,  we  were  lost 

In  sin  and  sorrow's  night, 
Thou  did'st  send  forth  a  guiding  ray 

Of  Thy  benignant  light 


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2  Because  when  we  forsook  Thy  ways, 

Nor  kept  Thy  holy  will, 
Thou  wert  not  an  avenging  Judge, 

But  a  gracious  Father  still. 
Because  we  have  forgot  Thee,  Lord, 

But  Thou  hast  not  forgot, — 
Because  we  have  forsaken  Thee, 

But  Thou  forsakes  t  not. 

3  Because,  0  Lord,  Thou  lovedst  us 

"With  everlasting  love ; 
Because  Thou  gav'st  Thy  Son  to  die, 

That  we  might  live  above  ; 
Because  when  we  were  heirs  of  wrath, 

Thou  gav'st  the  hopes  of  heaven  ; 
We  love  because  we  much  have  sinned, 

And  much  have  been  forgiven. 


41.  1  John  ii.  1.  P.X 

1  0  Thou,  the  contrite  sinner's  Friend ! 
Who  loving,  lov'st  them  to  the  end, 
On  this  alone  my  hopes  depend, 

That  Thou  wilt  plead  for  me. 

2  When  weary  in  the  Christian  race, 
Far  off  appears  my  resting  place, 
And,  fainting,  I  mistrust  Thy  grace, 

Then,  Saviour,  plead  for  me. 


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3  When  I  have  erred  and  gone  astray, 
Afar  from  thine  and  wisdom's  way, 
And  see  no  glimm'ring,  guiaing  ray, 
Still,  Saviour,  plead  for  me. 

•4.  TVhen  Satan,  by  my  sins  made  bold, 
Strives  from  Thy  cross  to  loose  my  hold, 
Then  with  Thy  pitying  arms  enfold, 
And  plead,  oh !  plead  for  me. 

5  And  when  my  dying  hour  draws  near, 
Darkened  with  anguish,  guilt,  and  fear, 
Then  to  my  fainting  sight  appear, 
Pleading  in  heaven  for  me. 


6  When  the  full  light  of  heavenly  day, 
Reveals  my  sin  in  dread  array, 
Say  Thou  hast  washed  them  all  away.— 
Oh  !  say  Thou  plead'st  for  me ! 

WESLEY. 


42.  Rom.  v.  1.  P.M. 

I  I  thought  upon  my  sins,  and  I  was  sad. 
My  soul  was  troubled  sore  and  filled 
with  pain ; 
But  then  I  thought  on  Jesus  and  was  glad. 
My  heavy  grief  was  turned  to  joy  agau* 
4 


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2  I  thought  upon  the  law,  the  fieiy  law. 
Holy,  and  just,  and  good  in  its  decree, 
I  looked  to  Jesus,  and  in  Him  I  saw 
That  law  fulfilled,  its  curse  endured 
for  me. 


I  thought  I  saw  aiz  angry,  frowning  God, 
Sitting  as  judge  upon  the  great  white 
throne ; 
My  soul  was  overwhelmed, — then  Jesus 
shewed 
His  gracious  face,   and  all  my  dread 
was  gone. 


I  saw  my  sad  estate,  condemned  to  die; 
Then  terror  seized  my  heart  and  dark 
despair  ; 
But  when  to  Calvary  I  turned  my  eye, 
I  saw  the  cross,  and  read  forgiveness 
there. 


I  saw  that  I  was  lost,  far  gone  astray, 
No  hope  of  safe  return,  there  seemed 
to  be ; 

But  then  I  heard  that  Jesus  was  the  way, 
A  new  and  living  way  prepared  for  me. 


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Then  in  that  way,  so  free,  so  safe,  so  sure. 
Sprinkled    all    o'er    with    reconciling 
blood, 

Will  I  abide,  and  never  wander  more, 
Walking  aloDg  in  fellowship  with  God. 

H.  BONAR. 


43.  Isaiah  lxiv.  22.  S.M. 

1  My  sins  areiblotted  out, 
Since  Jesus  died  for  me ; 
My  times  are  in  a  Father's  hand, 
My  steps  in  His  decree. 


2  Jesus  in  heaven  appears, 
For  me  to  intercede ; 
And  countless  benefits  proclaim, 
"  The  Lord  is  risen  indeed." 


3  A  little  child  is  free 

Of  carefulness  and  guile, 
Rests  in  a  mother's  guardian  love, 
And  waits  a  father's  smile. 


4  Father  of  spirits,  hear, 

Make  me  this  little  child; 
May  I  delight  myself  in  Thee, 
By  no  mistrust  defiled. 


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44.  Rev.  xxii.  1T-20.  S.M. 

1  The  Spirit  in  our  hearts 

Is  whispering,  Sinner,  come  1 
The  bride,  the  Church  of  Christ  proclaim 
To  all  His  children,  come. 


Let  him  that  heareth,  say- 
To  all  about  him,  Come  ! 

Let  him  that  thirsts  for  righteousness, 
To  Christ,  the  fountain,  come  I 


j  Yes  !  whosoever  will, 

Oh  !   let  him  freely  come, 
And  freely  drink  the  stream  of  life ; 
'Tis  Jesus  bids  him  Come ; 

4  Lo !  Jesus,  who  invites, 

Declares,  *'  I  quickly  come ;" 
Lord,  even  so !  I  wait  Thy  hour* 
•Tesus,  my  Saviour,  come  I 


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45.  2  Peter  L  19.  C.2J 

1  Hope  of  our  hearts.  0  Lord,  appear, 
Thou  glorious  star  of  day ; 
Shine  forth  and  chase  the  dreary  night, 
Y\rith  all  our  tears,  away ! 


2  Strangers  on  earth,  we  wait  for  Thee ; 
Oh !  leave  the  Father's  throne  ; 
Come  with  a  shout  of  victory,  Lord, 
And  claim  us  as  Thy  own. 


3  Oh !  bid  the  bright  archangel  now, 
The  trump  of  God  prepare, 
To  call  Thy  saints — the  quick,  the  dead, 
To  meet  Thee  in  the  air. 


4  Xo  resting-place  we  seek  on  earth, 
No  loveliness  we  see  ; 
Our  eye  is  on  the  royal  crown 
Prepared  for  us  and  Thee. 


5  But,  dearest  Lord,  however  bright 
That  crown  of  joy  above, 
What  is  it  to  the  brighter  hope 
Of  dwelb'ng  in  Thy  love  ? 


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6  What  to  the  joy,  the  deeper  joy, 

Unmingled,  pure,  and  free, 

Of  union  with  our  living  Head, 

Of  fellowship  with  Thee  ? 


1  This  joy  e'en  now  on  earth  is  our3  • 
But  only  Lord,  above, 
Our  heart  without  a  pang  shall  know 
The  fulness  of  Thy  love. 


8  There,  near  Thy  heart,  upon  the  throne, 
Thy  ransomed  bride  shall  see 
What  grace  was  in  the  bleeding  Lamb 
Who  died  to  make  her  free. 


46.  Acts  ii.  2.  C."M 

1  Spirit  Divine !  attend,  our  prayer, 
And  make  this  house  Thy  home ; 
Descend  with  all  Thy  gracious  power, 
Oh!  come,  Great  Spirit,  cornel 


2  Come  as  the  light ;  to  us  reveal 
Our  emptiness  and  woe ; 
And  lead  us  in  those  paths  of  life 
Where  all  the  righteous  go. 


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3  Come  as  the  fire,  and  purge  our  hearts 
Like  sacrificial  flame ; 
Let  our  whole  souls  an  offering  be 
To  our  Redeemer's  name. 


4  Come  as  the  dew,  and  sweetly  bless 
This  consecrated  hour ; 
May  barren  minds  be  taught  to  own 
Thy  fertilizing  power. 


5  Come  as  the  dove,  and  spread  Thy  winga 
The  wings  of  peaceful  love  ; 
And  let  the  Church  on  earth  become 
Blest  as  the  Church  above. 


47.  1  Cor.  hi  22.       %  CM. 

1  If  God  is  mine,  then  present  things 
And  things  to  come  are  mine ; 
Yea,  Christ,  His  TTord,  and  Spirit  too, 
And  glory  all  divine. 


2  If  He  is  mine,  then  from  His  lovo 
He  every  trouble  sends ; 
All  things  are  working  for  my  good, 
And  bliss  His  rod  attenda 


oG 

If  He  is  mine,  I  need  not  fear 
The  rage  of  earth  and  hell ; 

He  will  support  my  feeble  power, 
Their  utmost  force  repel. 


1  If  He  is  mine,  let  friends  forsake, 
Let  wealth  and  honor  flee ; 
Sure  He  who  giveth  me  Himself 
Is  more  than  these  to  me. 


5  If  He  is  mine,  I'll  boldly  pass 

Through  death's  tremendous  vale ; 
He  is  a  solid  comfort  when 
All  other  comforts  fail. 


6  Oh !  tell  me,  Lord,  that  Thou  art  mine ; 
What  can  I  wish  beside  ? 
My  soul  shall  at  the  fountain  live, 
"When  all  the  streams  are  dried. 


48.  Rev.  v.  9.  CM 

1  Sing  we  the  song  of  those  who  stand 
Around  the  eternal  throne, 
Of  every  kindred,  clime,  and  land, 
A  multitude  unknown. 


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Life's  poor  distinctions  vanish  here; 

To-day.  the  young,  the  old, 
Our  Saviour  and  His  flock  appear, 

One  Shepherd  and  one  fold. 


3  Toil,  trial,  suffering  still  await 
On  earth  the  pilgrim  throng ; 
Yet  learn  we  in  our  low  estate, 
The  Church  triumphant's  song. 


4  "Worthy  the  Lamb  for  sinners  slain, 
Cry  the  redeemed  above, 
Blessing  and  honor  to  obtain, 
And  everlasting  love. 


5  "Worthy  the  Lamb,  on  earth  we  sing 
Who  died  our  souls  to  save. 
Henceforth,  0  Death !  where  is  thy  sting  ? 
Thy  victory,  0  Grave? 


6  Then  hallelujah!  power  and  praise 
To  God  in  Christ  be  given ; 
May  all  who  now  this  anthem  raise, 
Renew  the  strain  in  heaven. 

MONTGOMERY 


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49.  Rev.  xiv.  4.  CM 

1  A  pilgrim  through  this  lonely  world, 
The  blessed  Saviour  passed : 
A  mourner  all  His  life  was  He, 
A  dying  Lamb  at  last. 


That  tender  heart  that  felt  for  all, 
For  all  its  life-blood  gave ; 

It  found  on  earth  no  resting-place, 
Save  only  in  the  grave. 


Such  was  our  Lord ;  and  shall  we  fear 
The  cross,  with  all  its  scorn  ? 

Or  love  a  faithless,  evil  world, 

That  wreathed  His  brow  with  thorn  ? 


4  No,  facing  all  its  frowns  or  smiles, 
Like  Him,  obedient  still, 
We  homeward  press  through  storm  or 
To  Zion's  blessed  hilL  [calm, 


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5 0.  Luke  xxii.  42.  CM 

L  One  prayer  I  have,  all  prayers  in  one, 
When  I  am  wholly  Thine, 
Thy  will,  my  God,  Thy  will  be  done, 
And  let  that  will  be  mine. 

2  All-wise,  Almighty,  and  All-good, 
h\  Thee  I  firmly  trust ; 
Thy  ways,  unknown  or  understood. 
Are  merciful  and  just. 


3  May  I  remember,  that  to  Thee, 

Whate'er  I  have  I  owe ; 
And  back  in  gratitude  from  me, 
May  all  Thy  bounties  flow. 

4  Thy  gifts  are  only  then  enjoyed, 

When  used  as  talents  lent; 

Those  talents  only  well  employed 

When  in  Thy  service  spent 

5  And  tho'igh  Thy  wisdom  takes  away 

Shall  I  arraign  Thy  will  ? 
No,  let  me  bless  Thy  name,  and  say, 
11  The  Lord  is  gracious  still" 


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A  pilgrim  through  the  earth  I  roam, 
Of  nothing  long  possessed ; 

And  all  must  fail  when  I  go  home, 
For  this  is  not  my  rest 


7  Write  but  my  name  upon  the  roll 
Of  Thy  redeemed  above ; 
Then,  heart  and  mind  and  strength  and 
I'll  love  Thee  for  Thy  love.  [soul. 


51.  I  Peter  il  25.  S.M 

1  I  was  a  wandering  sheep, 
I  did  not  love  the  fold ; 
I  did  not  love  my  Shepherd's  voice, 
I  would  not  be  controlled. 


2  I  was  a  wayward  child, 
I  did  not  love  my  homo ; 
I  did  not  love  my  Father's  voice, 
I  loved  afar  to  roam. 


3  The  Shepherd  sought  His  sheep, 
The  Father  sought  His  child; 
They  followed  me  o'er  vale  and  hill, 
O'er  desert,  waste,  and  wild. 


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4  They  found  me  nigh  to  death. 
Famished,  and  taint,  and  lone ; 
They  bound  me  with  the  bands  of  love, 
They  saved  the  wandering  one. 

6  They  washed  my  filth  away, 

They  made  me  clean  and  fair ; 
They  brought  me  to  my  home  in  peace, 
The  long-sought  wanderer  1 

n  Jesus  my  Shepherd  is,* 

'Twas  He  that  loved  my  soul, 
Twas  He  that  washed  me  in  His  blood, 
'Twas  lie  that  made  me  whole. 

7  Twas  He  that  sought  the  lost, 

That  found  the  wandering  sheep ; 
'Twas  He  that  brought  me  to  the  fold. 
'Tis  He  that  still  doth  keep. 

8  I  was  a  wandering  sheep, 

I  would  not  be  controlled  ; 
But  now  I  love  the  Shepherd's  voice, 
I  love,  I  love  the  fold  1 

9  I  was  a  wayward  child, 

I  once  preferred  to  roam ; 
But  now  I  love  my  Father's  voice, 
I  love,  I  love  His  home  1 

H.  BONAIU 


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52.  Bom.  viii.  12.  1, 7, 4. 

1  When  I  listen  to  Thy  word, 

In  Thy  temple  cold  and  dead ; 
When  I  cannot  see  Thee,  Lord, 
All  faith's  little  day-light  fled, 

Sun  of  glory, 
Beam  again  around  my  head. 

2  When  Thy  statutes  I  forsake, 

When  my  graces  dimly  shine, 
When  Thy  covenant  I  break, 
Jesus,  then  remember  Thine ; 

Check  my  wanderings, 
By  a  look  of  love  divine. 

3  When  Thy  heavenly  dew  distils, 

And  my  views,  0  Lord,  are  clear, 
Clear  and  bright  from  Zion's  hills, 
Temper  joys  with  holy  fear ; 
Keep  me  watchful, 
Safe  alone  when  Thou  art  near. 

4  When  afflictions  cloud  my  sky, 

When  the  tide  of  sorrow  flows, 
When  Thy  rod  is  lifted  high, 
Let  me  on  Thy  love  repose ; 

Stay  the  rough  wind, 
When  Thy  chilling  east  wind  blowa 


"When  the  vale  of  death  appears, 
Faint  and  cold  this  mortal  clay, 

Kind  Forerunner,  soothe  my  fears, 
Light  me  through  the  darksome  way. 

Break  the  shadows, 
Usher  in  eternal  day. 

J.    TAYLOR. 


53.  Psalm  cxxi.  1.  CM 

1  'Welcome  days  of  solemn  meeting! 

Welcome  days  of  praise  and  prayer! 
Far  from  earthly  scenes  retreating, 
In  your  blessings  we  would  share, — 

Sacred  seasons, 
In  your  blessings  we  would  share. 

2  Be  Thou  near  us,  blessed  Saviour, 

Still  at  morn  and  eve  the  same  ; 
Give  us  faith  that  cannot  waver ; 
Kindle  in  us  heaven's  own  flame, — 

Blessed  Saviour, 
Kindle  in  us  heaven's  own  flame. 

2  When  the  fervent  prayer  is  glowing, 
Holy  Spirit  hear  that  prayer; 
When  the  song  of  praise  is  flowing, 
Let  that  song  Thine  impress  bear,— 

Holy  Spirit, 
Let  that  song  Thine  impress  bear. 


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54.  Rev.  v.  6.  CM 

1  Earth  has  engrossed  my  love  too  long, 

'Tis  time  I  lift  mine  eyes 
Upwards,  dear  Father,  to  Thy  throne, 
And  to  my  native  skies. 

2  There  the  blest  man,  my  Saviour,  sits, 

The  God!  how  bright  He  shinesl 
And  scatters  infinite  delights 
On  countless  happy  minds. 

3  Seraphs  with  elevated  strains, 

Compass  the  throne  around; 
And  move  and  charm  the  starry  plains, 
With  an  immortal  sound. 


4  Jesus,  the  Lord,  their  harps  employs ; 

Jesus,  my  God,  they  sing ! 
Jesus,  the  life  of  both  our  joys, 
So  and  sweet  from  ev'ry  string. 

5  Now  let  me  mount  and  join  their  song, 

And  be  an  angel  too : 
My  heart,  my  ear,  my  hand,  my  tongue,  - 
Here's  jojful  work  for  you. 


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6  I  would  begin  the  music  here, 
And  so  my  soul  should  rise : 
Oh !   for  some  heav'nly  notes  to  bear 
My  praises  to  the  skies  1 


7  There  ye  that  love  my  Saviour,  sit, 
There  I  would  fain  have  place, 
Among  your  thrones,  or  at  your  feet, 
So  I  might  see  His  face. 


55.  Psalm  cxlviiL  14.  P.M 

]   Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, — 
Nearer  to  Thee  I 

E'en  though  it  be  a  cross 

That  raiseth  me ; 

Still  all  my  song  shall  be, 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  Thee  1 


Though  like  a  wanderer, 

The  sun  gone  down, 

Darkness  comes  over  me, 

My  rest  a  stone, 

Yet  in  my  dreams  I'd  be 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, — 
Nearer  to  Thee ! 
5 


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8  There  let  my  way  appear 

Steps  unto  heav'n ; 
All  that  Thou  sendest  me 

In  mercy  giv'n ; 
Angels  to  beckon  me 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, — 
Nearer  to  Thee  I 

4  Then  with  my  waking  thoughts 

Bright  with  Thy  prais^ 
Out  of  my  stony  griefs 

Bethel  I'll  raise  ; 
So  by  my  woes  to  be 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, — 
Nearer  to  Thee ! 

6  And  when  on  joyful  wing, 

Cleaving  the  sky; 
Sun,  moon,  and  stars  forgot, 

Upward  I  fly ; 
Still  all  my  song  shall  be, 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, — 
Nearer  to  Thee ! 


56.  Psalm  xxiii.  4.  CM. 

1  There  is  an  hour  when  I  must  part 
With  all  I  hold  most  dear ; 
And  life,  with  its  best  hopes,  will  then 
As  nothingness  appear. 


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2  There  is  an  hour  when  I  must  sink 
Beneath  the  stroke  of  death  ; 
And  yield  to  Him  who  gave  it  first, 
My  struggling  vital  breath 


'6  There  is  an  hour  when  I  must  stand 
Before  the  judgment-seat ; 
And  all  my  sins,  and  all  my  foes, 
In  awful  vision  meet. 


4  There  is  an  hour  when  I  must  look 
On  one  eternity; 
And  nameless  woe,  or  blissful  life, 
My  endless  portion  be. 


5  0  Saviour,  then,  in  all  my  need 
Be  near,  be  near  to  me : 
And  let  my  soul,  by  steadfast  faith, 
Find  life  and  heaven  in  Thee. 


57.  Acts  xxi.  13.  U 

1  When  the  spark  of  life  is  waning, 
Weep  not  for  me: 
When  the  languid  eye  is  straining, 
Weep  not  for  me. 


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When  the  feeble  pulse  is  ceasing, 
Start  not  at  its  swift  decreasing, 
'Tis  the  fettered  soul's  releasing  ; 
Weep  not  i>r  me. 

When  the  pangs  of  death  assail  me, 

Weep  not  for  me: 
Christ  is  mine, — He  cannot  fail  me, — 

Weep  not  for  me. 
Yes !  though  sin  and  doubt  endeavor 
From  His  love  my  soul  to  sever, 
Jesus  is  my  strength  for  ever ; — 
Weep  not  for  me. 


58.  2  Tim.  iv.  6.  P.M 

1  I'm  going  to  leave  all  my  sadness, 

f  m  going  to  change  earth  for  heaven, 
There,  there  all  is  peace,  all  is  gladness, 

There  pureness  and  glory  are  given. 
Friends,  weep  not  in  sorrow  of  spirit, 

But  joy  that  my  time  here  is  o'er; 
J  go  the  good  part  to  inherit, 

Where  sorrow  and  sin  are  no  more. 

2  The  shadows  of  evening  are  fleeing, 

Morn  breaks  on  the  city  of  light; 
This  moment  day  starts  into  being, 
Eternity  bursts  on  my  sight. 


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The  first-born  redeemed  from  all  trouble, 
(The  Lamb  that  was  slain  in  the  throng,) 

Their  ardor  in  praising  redouble ; — 
Breaks  not  on  the  ear  the  new  song  ? 


I'm  going  to  tell  their  glad  story, 

To  share  in  their  transports  of  praise, 
I'm  going  in  garments  of  glory, 

My  voice  to  unite  with  their  lays. 
Ye  fetters  corrupted,  then  leave  me ; 

Thou  body  of  sin,  droop  and  die ; 
Pains  of  earth,  cease  ye  ever  to  grieve  me 

From  you  'tis  for  ever  I  fly. 


59.  John  xxi.  16.  CM 

I  Do  not  I  love  Thee  ?     0  my  Lord, 
Behold  my  heart,  and  see  ! 
And  cast  each  hated  idol  down, 
That  dares  to  rival  Thee. 


2  Do  not  I  love  Thee  from  my  soul  ? 

Then  let  me  nothing  love ; 

Dead  be  my  heart  to  every  joy, 

When  Jesus  oannot  move. 


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3  Is  not  Thy  name  melodious  still, 
To  mine  attentive  ear? 
Does  not  each  pulse  with  pleasure  bound 
My  Saviour's  voice  to  hear  ? 

•4  Thou  know'st  I  love  Thee,  gracious  Lord 
But  oh !  I  long  to  soar 
Far  from  the  sphere  of  mortal  joys, 
And  learn  to  love  Thee  more  1 

DODDRIDGE. 


60.  jSxod.  xiv.  15.  P.M. 

1  Press  forward  and  fear  not;  the  billows 

may  roll, 
But  the  power  of  Jesus  their  rage  can 

control  ; 
Though  waves  rise  in  anger,  their  tumults 

shall  cease, 
One  word  of  His  bidding  shall  hush  them 

to  peace. 


2  Press  forward  and  fear  not ;  though  trial 
be  near, 
The  Lord  is  our  refuge— whom  then  shall 
we  fear? 


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His  staff  is  our  comfort,  our  safe-guard 

His  rod ; 
Then  let  us  be  steadfast  and  trust  in  our 

God. 

3  Press  forward  and  fear  not ;  be  strong  in 

the  Lord, 

In  the  power  of  His  promise,  the  truth  of 
His  word ; 

Through  the  sea  and  the  desert  our  path- 
way may  tend, 

But  He  who  hath  saved  us  will  save  to 
the  end. 

4  Press  forward  and  fear  not ;  we'll  speed 

on  our  way  ; 
Why  should  we  e'er  shrink  from  our  path 

in  dismay? 
We  tread  but  the  road  which  our  Leader 

has  trod; 
Then  let  us  press  forward,  and  trust  in 

our  God. 


61.  Psalm  evil  1,  2.  L.M. 

1  Let  sinners  saved  give  thanks  and  sing 
Of  mercies  past,  of  joys  to  come ; 
The  Lord  their  Saviour  is  and  king, 
The  cross  their  hope,  and  heaven  their 
home. 


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2  Let  sinners  saved  give  thanks  and  sing-* 
Sweet  is  the  subject  of  their  song — 
Who,  made  the  children  of  a  king, 
Expect  to  sit  in  heaven  ere  long. 

3  Let  sinners  saved  give  thanks  and  sing — 
The  Lord  has  kept  in  dangers  past ; 
And  oh!  sweet  thought,  the  Lord  will 

bring 
His  people  safe  to  heaven  at  last. 

4  Let  sinners  saved  give  thanks  and  sing— 
Of  Jesus  sing  through  all  their  days ; 

In  heaven  their  golden  harps  they'll  string, 
And  then  for  ever  sing  His  praise. 


82.  Eel.  xi.  16.  S.M. 

1  I  have  a  home  above, 

From  sin  and  sorrow  free ; 
A  mansion  which  eternal  lovo 
Designed  and  formed  for  mo. 

2  My  Father's  gracious  hand 

Has  built  this  sweet  abode; 
From  everlasting  it  was  planned— 
My  dwellirg- place  with  God. 


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3  My  Saviour's  precious  blood 

Has  made  ray  title  sure : 
lie  passed  through  death's  dark  raging 
flood 
To  make  my  rest  secure. 

4  The  Comforter  is  come, 

The  earnest  has  been  given; 

He  leads  me  onward  to  the  homo 

Reserved  for  me  in  heaven. 

5  Loved  ones  are  gone  before, 

"Whose  pilgrim  days  are  done ; 
I  soon  shall  greet  them  on  that  shoro 
Where  partings  are  unknown. 


83.  2  Kings  iv.  26.  S.M. 

1  Beloved,  "  it  is  well !" 

God's  ways  are  always  right; 

And  perfect  love  is  o'er  them  all, 

Though  far  above  our  sight. 

2  Beloved,  "it  is  well!" 

Though  deep  and  sore  the  smart, 
The  hand  that  wounds  knows  how  to  bind 
And  heal  the  broken  heart. 


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3  Beloved,   'it  is  well!" 

Though  sorrow  clouds  our  way, 
'Twill  only  make  the  joy  more  dear 
That  ushers  in  the  day. 

4  Beloved,  "  it  is  well !" 

The  path  that  Jesus  trod, 
Though  rough,  and  strait,  and  dark  it  be, 
Leads  home  to  heaven  and  G-od. 


64.  2  These,  i.  1.  P.M. 

1  I  hear  a  voice  at  dawn  of  day, 
And  to  my  heart  it  seems  to  say, 
When  sorrow  dims  hope's  brightest  ray, 
"  There's  rest  in  heaven." 


2  I  hear  it  at  the  evening  tide, 

When  fitful  shadows  round  us  glide, 
Still  whispering  gently  at  my  side, 

u.  There's  rest  in  heaven." 


3  E'en  at  noon's  busy  hour  I  hear 
The  same  sweet  words  accost  my  ear, 
With  power  to  stay  the  rising  tear — 

"  There's  rest  ii\  heaven." 


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4  Blest  words!  which  tell  of  naught  but  joy, 
Of  endless  rest  without  alloy, 

Well  may  they  oft  our  thoughts  employ — 
11  There's  rest  in  heaven." 

5  Spirit  of  life  and  love  divine, 
Subdue  my  heart  and  make  it  thine, 
That  I  may  dwell  upon  as  mine, 

.  That  M  rest  in  heaven." 


65.  Phil  iv.  6.  CM. 

1  Prayer  is  the  breath  of  God  in  man, 

Returning  whence  it  came  ; 

Love  is  the  sacred  fire  within, 

And  prayer  the  rising  flame. 

2  It  gives  the  burdened  spirit  ease, 

And  soothes  the  troubled  breast ; 
Yields  comfort  to  the  mourning  soul, 
And  to  the  weary  rest. 

3  The  prayers  and  praises  of  the  saints, 

Like  precious  odors  sweet, 
Ascend  and  spread  a  rich  perfume 
Around  the  mercy- seat. 


When  God  inclines  the  heart  to  pray, 

He  hath  an  ear  to  hear; 
To  Him  there's  music  in  a  groan, 

And  beauty  in  a  tear. 


The  humble  suppliant  can  not  fail 

To  have  his  wants  supplied, 
Since  He  for  sinners  intercedes, 

Who  once  for  sinners  died. 

BEDDOME, 


66.  Psalm  xviii.  1.  6.  8. 

1  Thee  will  I  love,  my  strength,  my  tower; 

Thee  will  I  love,  my  joy,  my  crown ; 
Thee  will  I  love  with  all  my  power, 

In  all  Thy  works,  and  Thee  alone : 
Thee  will  I  love  till  sacred  fire 
Fills  my  whole  soul  with  pure  desire. 


2  Ah !  why  did  I  so  late  Thee  know, 
Thee  lovelier  than  the  sons  of  men  ? 
Ah !  why  did  I  no  sooner  go 

To  Thee,  the  only  ease  in  pain  ? 
Ashamed  I  sigh  and  inly  mourn, 
That  I  so  late  to  Thee  d'.d  turn. 


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3  In  darkness  willingly  I  strayed  ; 

I  heard  Thee,  yet  from  Thee  I  roved ; 
Far  wide  my  wandering  thoughts  were 
spread, 
Thy  creatures  more  than  Thee  I  loved ; 
And  now,  if  more  at  length  I  see, 
'Tis  through  Thy  light,  and  comes  from 
Thee. 

4  I  thank  Thee,  uncreated  Sun, 

That  Thy  bright  beams  on  me  havo 
shined, 
I  thank  Thee,  who  hast  overthrown 

My  foes,  and  healed  my  wounded  mind ; 
I  thank  Thee,  whose  enlivening  voice 
Bids  my  freed  heart  in  Thee  rejoice. 

5  Uphold  me  in  the  upward  race, 

Nor  suffer  me  again  to  stray ; 
Strengthen  my  feet  with  steady  pace 

Still  to  press  forward  in  Thy  way : 
Let  all  my  powers,  with  all  their  might 
In  Thy  sole  glory  now  unite. 

6  Thee  will  I  love,  my  joy,  my  crown, 

Thee  will  I  love,  my  Lord,  my  God, 
Thee  will  I  love,  beneath  Thy  frown, 

Or  smile — Thy  sceptre,  or  Thy  rod ; 
"What  though  my  flesh  and  heart  decay, 
Thee  shall  I  love  in  endless  day. 

WESLEY. 


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67.  Gal  vi  1.  P.M 

1  Look  Thou  with  pity  on  a  brother's  fall, 
But  dwell  not  with  stern  anger  on  his 

fault  ; 
The  grace  of  God  alone  holds  thee,  holds 

all; 
Were  that  withdrawn,  thou  too  wouldst 

swerve  and  halt. 

2  Lead  back  the  wanderer  to  the  Saviour's 

fold; 
That  were  an  action  worthy  of  a  saint ; 
But  not  in  malice  let  the  crime  be  told, 
Nor  publish  to  the  world  the  evil  taint. 

3  The  Saviour  suffers  when  His  children 

slide ; 
Then  is  His    holy  name  by  men   blas- 
phemed, 
And  He  afresh  is  mocked,  and  crucified, 
Even  by  those  His  bitter  death  redeemed. 

4  Rebuke  the  sin,  but  yet  in  love  rebuke, 
Feel  as  one  member  in  another's  pain  ; 
Wean  back  the  soul  that  His  fair  path 

forsook, 
^.nd  mighty  and  eternal  is  the  gain. 


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68.  Psalm  cxix.  105.  CM. 

1  Would'st  thou  be  wise  and  know  tbo 

Lord? 
TVould'st  thou  believe  aright  ? 
Make  the  blest  volume  of  His  word, 
Thy  rule,  thy  guide,  thy  light. 

2  Here  is  the  spring  where  waters  flow, 

To  quench  our  heat  of  sin ; 
Here  is  the  tree  where  truth  doth  grow, 
To  lead  our  lives  therein. 

3  Here  is  the  Judge  that  stints  the  strife, 

"When  men'3  devices  fail ; 
Here  is  the  bread  that  feeds  the  life 
Which  death  can  not  assaiL 


4  The  tidings  of  salvation  dear 
Come  to  our  ears  from  hence ; 
The  fortress  of  our  faith  is  here, 
Our  shield,  and  our  defense. 


5  Bead  not  this  book  in  any  case 
But  with  a  single  eye  ; 
Read  not  but  first  desire  God's  grace 
T<-  understand  thereby. 


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6  Pray  still  in  faith  with  this  respect, 
To  fructify  therein; 
That  knowledge  may  bring  this  effect, 
To  mortify  thy  sin. 

1  Then  happy  thou  in  all  thy  life. 
"W'hatso  to  thee  befalls ; 
Tea  I  doubly  happy  shalt  thou  be. 
When  God  by  death  thee  calls. 

GRESSOP. 


68.  Thess.  Hi.  13.  P.M. 

1  Breast  the  wave,  Christian,  when  it  is 
strongest ; 

Watch  for  day,  Christian,  when  the 
night's  longest  ; 

Onward  and  onward  still  be  thine  en- 
deavor, 

The  rest  that  remaineth  will  be  for  ever. 


thee ; 
Run  the  race,  Christian ;  heaven  is  before 

thee ; 
He  who  hath  promised  faltcreth  never; 
The  love  of  eternity  flows  on  for  ever. 


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3  Lift  the  eye,  Christian,  just  as  it  closeth ; 
Raise  the  heart,  Christian,  ere  it  reposeth ; 
These  from  the  love  of  Christ  nothing 

shall  sever ; 
Mount  when  thy  work  is  done — praise 

Him  for  ever. 


70.  EzeMel  xi.  16.  L.M. 

1  Jesus  our  Lord  !  to  Thee  we  call, 
Thou  art  our  life,  our  hope,  our  all ; 
And  vve  have  nowhere  else  to  flee, 
No  sanctuary,  Lord,  but  Thee. 

2  Whatever  foes  or  fears  betide, 

In  Thy  dear  presence  let  us  hide ; 
And  while  we  rest  our  souls  on  Thee, 
Do  Thou  our  sanctuary  be. 

3  Quickly  the  day  of  light  draws  nigh, 
Or  wc  may  bow  our  heads  and  die ; 
But,  ohl  what  joy  this  witness  gives! 
Jesus,  our  sanctuary,  lives. 

4  He  from  the  grave  our  dust  will  raise, 
We  in  the  heavens  shall  sing  His  praise; 
And  when  in  glory  we  appear, 

He'll  be  our  sanctuary  there. 
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71.  Eccles.  xi.  6.  S.M. 

1  Sow  in  the  morn  thy  seed, 

At  eve  hold  not  thine  hand ; 
To  doubt  and  fear  give  thou  no  heed — 
Broad-cast  it  o'er  the  land. 


2  Beside  all  waters  sow, 

The  high- way  furrows  stock ; 
Drop  it  where  thorns  and  thistles  grow, 
Scatter  it  on  the  rock. 


3  The  good,  the  fruitful  ground, 

Expect  not  every  where  ; 
O'er  hill  and  dale,  by  plots,  'tis  found ; 
Go  forth  then  every  where. 

4  Thou  know'st  not  which  may  thrive, 

The  late  or  early  sown; 
Grace  keeps  the  precious  germ  alive, 
When  and  wherever  strown ; 

6  And  duly  shall  appear, 

In  verdure,  beauty,  strength, 
The  tender  blade,  the  stalk,  the  ear, 
And  th(j  full  corn  at  length. 


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6  Thou  canst  not  toil  in  vain  ; 

Cold,  heat,  and  moist,  and  dry, 
Shall  foster  and  mature  the  grain, 
For  garners  in  the  sky. 

7  Hence,  when  the  glorious  end, 

The  day  of  God  is  come, 
The  angel  reapers  shall  descend, 
And  heaven  cry,  "  Harvest  home." 

MONTGOMERY. 


72.  1  Sam.  xi.  12.  S.M. 

1  And  are  we  yet  alive, 

And  see  each  other's  face? 

Glory  and  praise  to  Jesus  give 

For  His  redeeming  grace ! 

2  Preserved  by  power  divine, 

To  full  salvation  here, 
Again  in  Jesu's  praise  we  join, 
And  in  His  sight  appear. 

3  What  troubles  have  wo  seen, 

What  conflicts  have  we  passed, 
Fightings  without  and  fears  within, 
Since  we  assembled  last' 


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4  But  out  of  all  the  Lord 

Hath  brought  us  by  His  lovu ; 
And  still  He  doth  his  help  afford, 
And  hides  our  life  above. 

5  Then  let  us  make  our  boast 

Of  His  redeeming  power, 
"Which  saves  us  to  the  uttermost, 
Till  we  can  sin  no  more. 

6  Let  us  take  up  the  cross, 

Till  we  the  crown  obtain ; 
And  gladly  reckon  all  things  loss, 
So  we  may  Jesus  gain. 


WESLEY. 


73.  Luke  xviii.  1.  L.M. 

1  Prayer  was  appointed  to  convey 
The  blessings  God  designs  to  give ; 
Long  as  they  live  should  Christians  pray, 
For  only  while  they  pray  they  live. 

2  The  Christian's  heart  his  prayer  indites, 
He  speaks  as  prompted  from  within ; 
The  Spirit  his  petition  writes, 

And  Christ  receives  and  gives  it  iD 


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3  And  wilt  thou  in  dead  silence  lie, 
When    Christ    stands   waiting    for  thy 

prayer  ? 
My  soul  thou  hast  a  Friend  on  high ; 
Arise  and  try  thy  interest  there. 

4  If  pains  afflict  or  wrongs  oppress, 
If  cares  distract  or  fears  dismay, 
If  guilt  deject,  if  sin  distress, 
The  remedy's  before  thee — Pray. 

5  'Tis  prayer  supports  the  soul  that's  weak, 
Though   thoughts   be  broken,  language 

lame  ; 
Pray  if  thou  canst  or  canst  not  speak ; 
But  pray  with  faith  in  Jesu's  name. 

6  Depend  on  Him — thou  oanst  not  fail ; 
Make  all  thy  wants  and  wishes  known; 
Fear  not — His  merits  must  prevail ; 
Ask  what  thou  wilt,  it  shall  be  done. 

HART. 


74.  Romans  xiii.  25.  P.M. 

1  Soon  and  for  ever  the  breaking  of  day 
Shall  chase  all  the  night-clouds  of  sor- 
row away ; 
Soon  and  for  ever  we'll  see  as  we're  seen, 
And  know  the  deep  meaning  of  things 
that  have  been — 


8G 

Where  fightings  without   and  conflicts 
within 
Shall  weary  no  more  in  the  warfare 
with  sin — 
Where  tears  and  where  fears  and  where 
death  shall  be  never, 
Christians  with  Christ  shall  be  soon 
and  for  ever. 

2  Soon  and  for  ever  the  work  shall  be  donp, 
The  warfare  accomplished,  the  victory 
won ; 
Soon  and  for  ever  the  soldier  lay  down 
The  sword  for  a  harp,  the  cross  for  a 
crown : 
Then  sink  not  in  sorrow,  despond  not  in 
fear, 
A  glorious  to-morrow  is  brightening 
and  near, 
When — blessed  reward  for  each  faitliful 
endeavor — 
Christians  with  Christ  shall  be,  soon 
and  for  ever  I 

75.  Psalm  lxxiil  25.  P.Mr 

1  Pass  away  earthly  joy — 
Jesus  is  mine ! 
Break  every  mortal  tie — 
Jesus  is  mine  1 


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Dark  is  the  wilderness  ; 
Distant  the  resting-place; 
Jesus  alone  can  bless: 
Jesus  is  mine  I 

2  Tempt  not  my  soul  awav— 

Jesus  is  mine ! 
Here  would  I  ever  stay — 

Jesus  is  mine  I 
Perishing  things  of  clay, 
Born  but  for  one  brief  day, 
Pass  from  my  heart  away — 

Jesus  is  mine  I 

3  Fare  ye'well,  dreams  of  nighk-* 

Jesus  is  mine  I 
Mine  is  a  dawning  bright-— 

Jesus  is  mine  I 
All  that  my  soul  has  tried 
Left  but  a  dismal  void ; 
Jesus  has  satisfied — 

Jesus  is  mine  I 

4  Farewell  mortality — 

Jesus  is  mine  I 
"Welcome  eternity — 

Jesus  is  mine ! 
"Welcome  ye  scenes  of  rest, 
Welcome  ye  mansions  blest> 
"Welcome  a  Saviour's  breast- 
Jesus  is  mine  I 


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76.  Psalm  lxv.  2.  CM. 

1  There  is  an  eye  that  never  sleeps 

Beneath  the  wing  of  night ; 
There  is  an  ear  that  never  shuts, 
When  sink  the  beams  of  light. 

2  There  is  an  arm  that  never  tires, 

When  human  strength  gives  way  ; 
There  is  a  love  that  never  fails, 
When  earthly  loves  decay. 

3  That  eye  is  fixed  on  seraph  throngs : 

That  arm  upholds  the  sky ; 
That  ear  is  filled  with  angel  songs ; 
That  love  is  throned  on  high. 

4  But  there's  a  power  which  man  can  wield, 

When  mortal  aid  is  vain, 
That  eye,  that  arm,  that  love  to  reach, 
That  listening  ear  to  gain. 

5  That  power  is  prayer;  which  soars  on 

high 
Through  Jesus  to  the  throne, 
And  moves  the  hand  which  moves  the 
world, 
To  bring  salvation  down. 


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77.  Ezek.  xxxiv.  23.  16. 

1  0  gracious  Shepherd  I  bind  us 

With  cords  of  love  to  Thee, 
And  evermore  remind  us 

How  mercy  set  us  free. 
Oh !  may  Thy  Holy  Spirit 

Set  this  before  our  eyes, 
That  we  Thy  death  and  merit 

Above  all  else  may  prize. 

2  We  are  of  our  salvation 

Assured  through  Thy  love ; 
Tet  oh  I  on  each  occasion 

How  faithless  do  we  prove  1 
Thou  hast  our  sins  forgiven — ■ 

Then  leaving  all  behind, 
We  would  press  on  to  heaven, 

Bearing  the  prize  in  mind. 

3  Grant  us  henceforth,  dear  Saviour, 

While  in  this  vale  of  tears, 
To  look  to  Thee,  and  never 

Give  way  to  anxious  fears. 
Thou,  Lord,  wilt  not  forsake  us, 

Though  we  are  oft  to  blame ; 
Oh !  let  Thy  love  then  make  us 

Hold  fast  Thy  faith  and  name. 


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78.  1  John  i.  X.  CM. 

1  Walk  in  the  light  1  so  shalt  thou  know 

That  fellowship  of  love, 
His  Spirit  only  can  bestow, 
Who  reigns  in  light  above. 

2  Walk  in  the  light !  and  thou  shalt  find 

Thy  heart  made  truly  His, 
Who  dwells  in  cloudless  light  enshrined, 
In  whom  no  darkness  is. 


3  Walk  in  the  light !  and  sin  abhorred 

Shall  ne'er  defile  again ; 
The  blood  of  Jesus  Christ  the  Lord 
Shall  cleanse  from  every  sin. 

4  Walk  in  the  light !  and  e'en  the  tomb 

No  fearful  shade  shall  wear ; 
Glory  shall  chase  away  its  gloom, 
Eor  Christ  hath  conquered  there. 

6  Walk  in  the  light !  and  thou  shalt  see 
Thy  path,  though  thorny,  bright, 
For  God  by  grace  shall  dwell  in  thee, 
And  God  Himself  is  light. 


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79.  1  Peter  ii  21,  22,  23.  CM 

1  What  grace,  0  Lord,  and  beauty  shone 

Around  Thy  steps  below! 
Whnt  patient  love  was  seen  in  all 
Thy  life  and  death  of  woe  I 

2  For  ever  on  Thy  burdened  heart 

A  weight  of  sorrow  hung ; 
Yet  no  ungentle  murmuring  word 
Escaped  Thy  silent  tongue. 

3  Thy  foes  might  hate,  despise,  revile — 

Thy  friends  unfaithful  prove ; 
Unwearied  in  forgiveness  still, 
Thy  heart  could  only  love. 

4  Oh !  give  us  hearts  to  love  like  Thee— 

Like  Thee,  0  Lord,  to  grieve 

Far  more  for  other's  sins,  than  all 

The  wrongs  that  we  receive. 

5  One  with  Thyself,  may  every  eye 

In  us,  Thy  brethren,  see 
That  gentleness  and  grace  that  spring 
From  union,  Lord,  with  Thee. 


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80.  John  xx.  28.  P.M. 

1  Jesus,  Thy  name  I  love, 
All  other  names  above, 

Jesus  my  Lord ! 
Oh !  Thou  art  all  to  me, 
Nothing  to  please  I  see, 
Nothing  apart  from  Thee, 

Jesus  my  Lord  I 


2  Thou,  blessed  Son  of  God, 
Hast  bought  me  with  Thy  blood, 

Jesus  my  Lord ! 
Oh  !  how  great  is  Thy  love, 
All  other  loves  above, 
Love  that  I  daily  prove, 

Jesus  my  Lord  I 


When  unto  Thee  I  fiee, 
Thou  wilt  my  refuge  be, 

Jesus  my  Lord ! 
What  need  I  now  to  fear? 
What  earthly  grief  or  care, 
Since  Thou  art  ever  near  ? 

Jesus  my  Lord  I 


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Soon  Thou  wilt  come  again  I 
I  shall  be  happy  then, 

Jesus  my  Lord ! 
Then  Thine  own  face  I'll  see, 
Then  I  shall  like  Thee  be, 
Then  evermore  with  Thee, 

Jesus  my  Lord ! 


81.  Rev  ii.  28.  P.M. 

1  There  is  a  morning  star,  my  soul, 

There  is  a  morning  star  ; 
'Twill  soon  be  near  and  bright,  though  now 
It  seems  so  dim  and  for. 
And  when  time's  stars  have  come  and  gone, 
Aud  every  mist  of  earth  has  flown, 
That  better  star  shall  rise, 
On  this  world's  clouded  skies, 
To  shine  for  ever. 

2  The  night  is  well  nigh  spent,  my  soul, 

The  night  is  well  nigh  spent, 
And  soon  above  our  heads  shall  shino 
A  glorious  firmament ; 
Unutterably  pure  and  bright — 
The  Lamb  once  slain,  its  perfect  light — - 
A  light  unchanging  and  divine, 
A  star  that  shall  unclouded  shine, 
Descending  never. 


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82.  1  John  iv.  8.  P.M 

1  We  can  not  always  trace  the  way, 
Where  Thou,   our   gracious  Lord,    dost 

move, 
But  we  can  always  surely  say, 
That  Thou  art  love. 


2  When  fear  its  gloomy  cloud  will  fling 
O'er  earth — our  souls  to  heaven  above 
As  to  their  sanctuary  spring, 
For  Thou  art  love. 


3  When  mystery  shrouds    our  darkened 
path, 
We'll  check  our  dread,  our  doubts  re- 
prove ; 
In  this  our  soul  sweet  comfort  hath, 
That  Thou  art  love. 


4  Yes !  Thou  art  love — a  truth  like  this 

Can  every  gloomy  thought  remove, 

And  turn  all  tears,  all  woes  to  bliss; 

Our  God  is  love. 


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83.  Psalm  civ.  34.  P.M. 

1  I  journey  through  a  desert  drear  and 

wild, 
ret  is  my  heart  by  such  sweet  thoughts 

beguiled, 
Of  Him  on  whom  I  lean,  my  strength, 

my  stay, 
I  can  forget  the  sorrows  of  the  way. 

2  Thoughts  of  His  love — the  root  of  every 

grace 

Which  finds  in  this  poor  heart  a  dwell- 
ing-place ; 

The  sunshine  of  my  soul,  than  day  more 
bright, 

And  my  calm  pillow  of  repose  by  night. 

3  Thoughts  of  His  sojourn  in  this  vale  of 

tears — 
The  tale  of  love  unfolded  in  those  years 
Of  sinless  suffering  and  patient  grace, 
I  love  again — and  yet  again  to  trace. 

4  Thoughts  of  His  death — upon  the  cross  I 

gaze, 
And   there  behold  its  sad  yet  healing 
rays; 


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Beacon  of  hope,  which  lifted  up  on  high, 
Illumes  with  heavenly  light   the    tear- 
dimmed  eye. 

5  Thoughts  of  His  coming — for  that  joyful 

day 

In  patient  hope  I  watch,  and  wait,  and 
pray; 

The  day  draws  nigh,  the  midnight  sha- 
dows flee ; 

Oh  I  what  a  sun-rise  will  that  advent  be ! 

6  Thus,  while  I  journey  on  my  Lord  to 

meet, 
My  thoughts    and    meditations    are  so 

sweet 
Of  Him  on  whom  I  lean,  niy  strength, 

my  stay, 
I  can  forget  the  sorrows  of  the  way. 


84.  Exodus  xv.  2.  6, 6, 3. 

1  Jehovah  is  our  strength, 

And  He  shall  be  our  song; 
"We  shall  o'ercome  at  length, 

Although  our  foes  be  strong : 
In  vain  doth  Satan  then  oppose, 
The  Lord  is  stronger  than  His  foes. 


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The  Lord  our  refuge  is, 

And  ever  will  remain  ; 
Since  Pie  hath  made  us  His, 

He  will  our  cause  maintain: 
In  vain  our  enemies  oppose, 
For  God  is  stronger  than  His  foefi, 

The  Lord  our  portion  is, 

What  can  we  wish  for  more  ? 

As  long  as  we  are  His, 
We  never  can  be  poor  : 

In  vain  do  earth  and  hell  oppose, 

For  God  is  stronger  than  His  foes. 

The  Lord  our  Shepherd  is, 
He  knows  our  every  need ; 

And  since  we  now  are  His, 
His  care  our  souls  will  feed: 

In  vain  do  sin  and  death  oppose, 

For  God  is  stronger  than  His  foes, 

Our  God  our  Father  is, 

Our  names  are  on  Ilis  heart; 

We  ever  shall  be  Ilis, 

He  ne'er  from  us  will  part: 

In  vain  the  world  and  flesh  opposf\ 

For  God  is  stronger  than  His  foes. 


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86.  John  xvii.  12.  ?,  G. 

1  0  Lamb  of  God !  still  keep  me 

Near  to  Thy  wounded  side ; 
'Tis  only  then  in  safety 

And  peace  I  can  abide ! 
What  foes  and  snares  surround  me ! 

What  doubts  and  fears  within ! 
The  grace  that  sought  and  found  me, 

Alone  can  keep  me  clean. 

2  'Tis  only  in  Thee  hiding, 

I  feel  my  life  secure — 
Only  in  Thee  abiding, 

The  conflict  can  endure : 
Thine  arm  the  vict'ry  gaineth 

O'er  every  hateful  foe  ; 
Thy  love  my  heart  sustaineth 

In  all  its  cares  and  woe. 

3  Soon  shall  my  eyes  behold  Thee 

With  rapture,  face  to  face ; 
One  half  hath  not  been  told  me 

Of  all  Thy  power  and  grace : 
Thy  beauty,  Lord,  and  glory, 

The  wonders  of  Thy  love. 
Shall  be  the  endless  story 

Of  all  Thy  saints  above. 


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80.  Cant  ii.  16.  P.M. 

1  Long  did  I  toil,  and  know  no  earthly 

rest ; 
Far  did  I  rove,  and  found  no  certain 
home  ; 
-At  last  I  sought  them  in  His  sheltering 
breast, 
"Who  opes  His  arms  and  bids  the  weary 
come ; 
In  Christ  I  found  a  home,  a  rest  divine, 
And  I  since  then  am  His,  and  He  is  mine. 

2  Yes !  He  is  mine !  and  naught  of  earthly 

things — 
Not  all  the  charms  of  pleasure,  wealth, 
or  power, 
The  fame  of  heroes  or  the  pomp  of  kings — 
Could  tempt  me  to  forego  His  love  an 
hour ; 
11  Go,  worthless  world,"  I  cry,  "with  all 
that's  thine ; 
Go,  I  my  Saviour's  am,  and  He  is  mine.'' 

3  The  good  I  have  is  from  His  stores  sup- 

plied, 
The  ill  is  orly  what  He  deems  the 
best ; 


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He  for  my  friend,  I'm  rich  with  naught 

beside, 

And  poor  without  Him,  though  of  ail 

possest : 

Changes  may  come — I  take,  or  I  resign, 

Content  while  I  am  His,  and  He  is  mine. 


4  Whate'er  may  change,  in  Him  no  change 

is  seen — 
A  glorious  sun  that  wanes  not,  nor 
declines ; 
Above  the  clouds  and  storms  He  walks 
unseen, 
And  sweetly  on  His  people's  darkness 
shines: 
All  may  depart — I  fret  not  nor  repine, 
While  I  my  Saviour's  am,  and  He  is  mine. 

5  While  here  alas !  I  know  but  half  His 

love, 
But  half  discern  Him,  and  but  half 
adore ; 
But  when  I  meet  Him   in   the  realms 
above, 
I  hope  to  love  Him  better,  praise  Him 
more, 
And  feel  and  tell  amid  the  choir  divine, 
How  fully  I  am  His,  and  He  is  mina 


101 


87.  Psalm  lvii.  1.  CM. 

1  Be  mercifal  to  me,  0  G-od  I 
Be  merciful  to  me, 
For  though  I  sink  beneath  Thy  rod, 
Yet  do  I  trust  in  Thee. 


2  Thou  art  my  refuge,  and  I  know 

My  burden  Thou  dost  bear, 
And  I  would  seek,  where'er  I  go, 
To  cast  on  Thee  my  care. 

3  Thou  knowest,  Lord,  my  flesh  how  frail, 

Strong  though  my  spirit  be  ; 

Oh  !  then  assist,  when  foes  assail, 

The  soul  that  clings  to  Thee. 

4  And,  gracious  Lord,  whate'er  befall, 

A  thankful  heart  be  mine — 
A  heart  that  answers  to  Thy  call, 
One  that  is  wholly  Thine. 

5  And  may  I  ne'er  forget  that  Thou 

Wilt  soon  return  again, 
And  those  who  love  Thy  coming  now 
Shall  shine  in  gl  )ry  then. 


102 


88.  Psalm  cxlix.  1-4  P.M. 

1  Praise  ye  Jehovah,  praise  the  Lord  most 

holy, 

Who  cheers    the    contrite,   girds    with 

strength  the  weak ; 
Praise  Him  who  will  with  glory  crown 

the  lowly, 
And  with  salvation  beautify  the  meek. 

2  Praise  ye  the  Lord  for  all  His  loving- 

kindness, 
And  all    the   tender   mercies  He  hath 

shown ; 
Praise  Him  who  pardons  all  our  sin  and 

blindness, 
And  calls  us  sons,  and  takes  us  for  His 

own. 


3  Praise  ye  Jehovah !  source  of  every  bless- 
ing— 

Before  His  gifts  earth's  richest  boons  are 
dim; 

Resting  in  Him,  His  peace  and  joy  pos- 
sessing, 

All  things  are  ours,  for  we  have  all  in 
Him. 


103 

4  Praise  ye  the  Father  !  G-od  the  Lord  who 

gave  us, 
TVith   full   and   perfect   love,  His    only 

Sou; 
Praise  ye  the  Son  who  died  Himself  to 

save  us ! 
Praise  ye  the  Spirit  1  praise  the  Three  in 

One. 


89.  Psalm  xxx.il.  7.   Double  CM 

1  Tt.ou  art  my  hiding-place,  0  Lord ! 

In  Thee  I  put  my  trust ; 
Encouraged  by  Thy  holy  word, 

A  feeble  child  of  dust: 
I  have  no  argument  beside, 

I  urge  no  other  plea  ; 
And  'tis  enough  my  Saviour  died, 

My  Saviour  died  for  me  I 

2  When  storms  of  fierce  temptation  beat, 

And  furious  foes  assail, 
My  refuge  is  the  mercy-seat, 

My  hope  within  the  vail. 
From  strife  of  tongues  and  bitter  words, 

My  spirit  flies  to  Thee  ; 
Joy  to  my  heart  the  thought  affords, 

My  Saviour  died  for  me  1 


104 

3  'Mid  trials  heavy  to  be  borno, 

When  mortal  strength  is  vain — 
A  heart  with  grief  and  anguish  torn— 

A  body  racked  with  pain — 
Ah !  what  could  give  the  sufferer  rest, 

Bid  every  murmur  flee, 
But  this,  the  witness  iu  my  breast, 

My  Saviour  died  for  me ! 

4  And  when  Thine  awful  voice  commands 

This  body  to  decay, 
And  life  in  its  last  lingering  sands, 

Is  ebbing  fast  away — 
Then,  though  it  be  in  accents  weak, 

And  faint  and  tremblingly, 
Oh!  give  me  strength  in  death  to  speak, 

"  My  Saviour  died  for  mel" 

BAFFLES. 

90.  Coloss.  ill  11.  P.M. 

1  Jesus,  my  Saviour,  look  on  me ! 
For  I  am  weary  and  opprest ; 

I  come  to  cast  my  soul  on  Thee ; 
Thou  art  my  rest. 

2  Look  down  on  me,  for  I  am  weak ; 
I  feel  the  toilsome  journey's  length  ; 
Thine  aid  omnipotent  I  seek  ; 

Thou  art  my  strength. 


105 

3  T  am  bewildered  on  my  way'; 
Dark  and  tempestuous  is  the  night; 
Oh!  shed  Thou  forth  some  cheering  ray; 
Thou  art  my  light. 

i  I  hear  the  storms  around  me  rise, 
But,  when  I  dread  th'  impending  shock, 
My  spirit  to  her  refuge  flies  ; 
Thou  art  my  rock. 

5  When  the  accuser  flings  his  darts, 
I  look  to  Thee — my  terrors  cease ; 
Thy  cross  a  hiding-place  imparts ; 

Thou  art  my  peace. 

6  Standing  alone  on  Jordan's  brink, 
In  that  tremendous,  latest  strife, 
Thou  wilt  not  suffer  me  to  sink ; 

Thou  art  my  life. 

7  Thou  wilt  my  every  want  supply, 
Even  to  the  end,  whate'er  befall; 
Through  life,  in  death,  eternally, 

Thou  art  my  v)l. 

MACDUFF. 


106 


9L  Zeb.  iv.  15.  CM. 

1  Jesus,  :ny  sorrow  lies  too  deep 

For  human  ministry : 
It  knows  not  how  to  tell  itself 
To  any  but  to  Thee. 

2  Thou  dost  remember  still,  amid 

The  glories  of  God's  throne, 
The  sorrows  of  mortality, 
For  they  were  once  Thine  own. 

3  Yes !  for  as  if  Thou  would'st  be  G-cd, 

E'en  in  Thy  misery, 
There's  been  no  sorrow  but  Thine  own 
Untouched  by  sympathy. 

4  Jesus,  my  fainting  spirit  rings 

Its  fearfulness  to  Thee ; 
Thine  eye  at  least  can  penetrate 
The  clouded  mystery. 

6  It  is  enough,  my  precious  Lord, 
Thy  tender  sympathy ! 
There  is  no  sorrow  e'er  so  deep 
But  I  may  bring  to  Thee. 


107 


92.  1  Peter  i  8.  8.  8.  & 

1  Jesus,  I  lore  Thee  !  Thou  dost  know 
How  true  my  love,  how  deep  my  woe ; 

Almost  too  deep  to  bear ! 
But  Thou  wilt  guide  me  by  Thy  hand, 
Strong  in  Thy  strength  I  yet  may  stand, 

Still  resting  in  Thy  care. 

2  Thou  wilt  not  leave  the  weakest  one ; 
Though  every  outward  hope  be  gone, 

I  know  that  Thou  art  nigh  ; 
Man  knows  not  what  my  sufferings  are, 
He  can  not  know ;  he  would  not  care ; 

But  Thou  art  sympathy. 

3  Thou  wilt  not  let  my  footsteps  fail, 

.  Nor  let  me,  jourueying  through  this  vale, 
Bring  on  Thy  G-ospel  shame; 
Though  naught  is  mine  but  sin  and  woe, 
Yet  in  Thy  righteousness  I  go, 

And  triumph  in  Thy  name. 

4  And  when  the  bitter  cup  is  past, 
And  when  I  sink  in  death  at  last, 

It  is  to  be  witli  Thee ; 
To  come  with  Thee  in  clouds  of  heaven, 
Ransomed,  pure,  holy,  Thine,  forgiven, 

Ever  to  reign  with  Thee. 


108 


83.  Psalm  xxxix.  9.  S.M. 

1  It  is  Thy  hand,  my  God ! 

My  sorrow  comes  from  Thee— 
I  bow  beneath  Thy  chastening  rod ; 
'Tis  love  that  bruises  me. 


2  I  would  not  murmur,  Lord, 
Before  Thee  I  am  dumb — 
Lest  I  should  breathe  one  murmuring 
word, 
To  Thee  for  help  I  come. 

My  God  1  Thy  name  is  Love, 

A  Father's  hand  is  Thine ; 
"With  tearful  eye  I  look  above, 

And  cry,  u  Thy  will  be  mine." 

4  I  know  Thy  will  is  right, 

Though  it  may  seem  severe ; 
Thy  path  is  still  unsullied  light, 
Though  dark  it  oft  appear. 

5  Jesus  for  me  hath  died ; 

Thy  Son  Thou  didst  not  spare ; 
His  pierced  hands,  His  bleeding  side^ 
Thy  love  for  me  declare 


109 

6  Here  my  poor  heart  can  rest— 
My  G-od  I  it  cleaves  to  Theo ; 
Thy  will  is  love,  Thine  end  is  blest, 
All  work  for  good  to  me. 


94.  Isaiah  xlii.  11  P.M. 

1  I  know  not  the  way  I  am  going, 

But  well  do  I  know  my  Guide ; 
"With  a  child-like  trust  I  give  my  hand 

To  the  mighty  Friend  by  my  side. 
The  only  thing  that  I  say  to  Him, 

As  lie  takes  it,  is :  "  Hoi  1  it  fast, 
Suffer  me  not  to  lose  my  way, 

And  bring  me  home  at  last." 


As  when  some  helpless  wanderer, 

Alone  in  an  unknown  land, 
Tells  the  guide  his  destined  place  of  rest, 

And  leaves  all  else  in  his  hand : 
'Tis  home,  'tis  home  that  we  wish   to 
reach ; 

He  who  guides  us  may  choose  the  way; 
Little  we  heed  what  path  we  take. 

If  nearer  home  each  day. 


110 


95.  Bom.  xiii.  11.  P.M. 

]   One  sweetly  solemn  thought, 
Comes  to  me  o'er  and  o'er — 
I  am  nearer  home  to-day 

Than  I  ever  have  been  before. 


2  Nearer  my  Father's  house, 

Where  the  many  mansions  be ; 
Nearer  the  great  white  throne ; 
Nearer  the  crystal  sea ; 

3  Nearer  the  bound  of  life, 

Where  we  lay  our  burdens  down ; 
Nearer  leaving  the  cross ; 
Nearer  gaining  the  crown. 

4  But  lying  darkly  between, 

Winding  down  through  the  night, 
Is  the  deep  and  unknown  stream, 
That  leads  at  last  to  the  light. 


6  Jesus,  perfect  my  trust, 

Strengthen  the  hand  of  my  faith  ; 

Let  me  feel  Thee  near  when  I  stand 

On  the  edge  of  the  shore  of  death. 


Ill 

6  Feel  Thee  near  when  my  feet 
Are  slipping  over  the  brink ; 
For  it  may  be,  I'm  nearer  home — 
Nearer  now  than  I  think. 

CAREY. 


98.  1  The-ss.  iv.  14.  L.M. 

1  Asleep  in  Jesus  1  blessed  sleep ! 

From  which  none  ever  wakes  to  weep  ; 
A  calm  and  undisturbed  repose, 
Unbroken  by  the  last  of  foes ! 

2  Asleep  in  Jesus !  oh !  how  sweet 
To  be  for  such  a  slumber  meet! 
With  holy  confidence  to  sing, 

That  death  has  lost  his  venomed  sting  I 

3  Asleep  in  Jesus !  peaceful  rest ! 
Whose  waking  is  supremely  blest : 
No  fear,  no  woe  shall  dim  that  hour 
That  manifests  the  Saviour's  power. 

4  Asleep  in  Jesus !  oh !  for  mo 
May  such  a  blissful  refuge  be ! 
Securely  shall  my  ashes  lie, 
Waiting  the  summons  from  on  high. 


112 

5  Asleep  in  Jesus !  time  nor  space 
Debars  this  precious  hiding-place ; 
On  Indian  plains  or  Northern  snows 
Believers  find  the  same  repose. 

6  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  far  from  Thee 

Thy  kindred  and  their  graves  may  be ! 
But  thine  is  still  a  blessed  sleep, 
From  which  none  ever  wakes  to  weep. 


97.  Heb.  iv.  3.  P.M. 

1  Jesus,  we  rest  in  Thee, 

In  Thee  ourselves  we  hide ; 
Laden  with  guilt  and  misery, 

Where  could  we  rest  beside  ? 
'Tis  on  Thy  meek  and  lowly  breast 
Our  weary  souls  alone  can  rest. 

2  Thou  holy  One  of  God ! 

The  Father  rests  in  Thee, 
And  in  the  savor  of  that  blood 

Once  shed  on  Calvary. 
The  curse  is  gone— through  Thee  we're 

blest; 
God  rests  in  Thee — in  Thee  we  rest.. 


113 

3  The  slaves  of  sin  and  fear — 

Thy  truth  our  bondage  broke  ; 
Our  happy  spirits  love  to  wear 

Thy  light  and  easy  yoke. 
The  love  which  fills  our  grateful  breast 
Makes  duty  joy,  and  labor  rest. 


4  Soon  the  bright,  glorious  day — 
The  rest  of  God  shall  come  ; 
Sorrow  and  sin  shall  pass  away, 
And  we  shall  reach  our  home : 
Then  of  the  promised  land  possessed, 
Our  souls  shall  know  eternal  rest. 


98.  1  Thess.  iv.  13.  CM. 

1  Take    comfort,    Christians,  when    youi 
friends 
In  Jesus  fall  asleep ; 
Their  better  being  never  ends — 
Why  then  dejected  weep  ? 


2  Why  inconsolable,  as  those 
To  whom  no  hope  is  given  ? 
Death  is  the  messenger  of  peace, 
And  calls  the  soul  to  heaven- 


114 

3  As  Jesus  died,  and  rose  again, 

Victorious  from  the  dead ; 
So  His  disciples  rise,  and  reign 
With  their  triumphant  Head. 

4  The  time  draws  nigh,  when   from  the 

clouds 
Christ  shall  with  shouts  descend ; 
And  the  last  trumpet's  awful  voice 
The  heavens  and  earth  shall  rend. 

5  Then  they  who  live  shall  changed  be, 

And  they  who  sleep  shall  wake ; 
The   graves    shall   yield   their   ancient 
charge, 
And  earth's  foundations  shake. 

6  The  saints  of  God,  from  death  set  free, 

With  joy  shall  mount  on  high ; 
The  heavenly  hosts  with  praises  loud, 
Shall  meet  them  in  the  sky. 

Together  to  their  Father's  house, 

With  joyful  hearts  they  go ; 
And  dwell  for  ever  with  the  Lord, 

Beyond  the  reach  of  woe. 

8  A  few  short  years  of  evil  past, 
We  i each  the  happy  shore, 
Where  death-divided  friends  at  last 
Shall  ra^et  to  part  no  more. 


115 


99.  Ads  vii.  59.  P.M. 

1  My  soul,  go  boldly  forth, 
Forsake  this  sinful  earth ; 
What  hath  it  been  to  thee 

But  pain  and  sorrow? 
And  think'st  thou  it  will  be 
Better  to-morrow  ? 

2  Why  art  thou  for  delay  ? 
Thou  cara'st  not  here  to  stay ; 
"What  tak'st  thou  for  thy  part 

But  heavenly  pleasure? 
"Where  then  should  be  thy  heart 
But  where's  thy  treasuro  ? 

3  Thy  God,  thy  Head's  above ; 
There  is  the  world  of  love ; 
Mansions  there  purchased  are, 

By  Christ's  own  merit, 
For  these  He  doth  prepare 
Thee  by  His  Spirit. 

4  Lord  Jesus,  take  my  spirit, 
I  trust  Thy  love  and  merit ; 
Take  home  Thy  wand'ring  sheep, 

For  Thou  hast  sought  it ; 
My  soul  in  safety  keep, 

For  Thou  hast  bought  it 

BAXTER 


116 


100.  2Tim.iv.  6.  L.M. 

1  The  hour  of  my  departure's  come, 

I  hear  the  voice  thai;  calls  me  home 
At  last,  0  Lord !  let  trouble  cease, 
And  let  Thy  servant  die  in  peace. 

2  Not  in  mine  innocence  I  trust ; 
I  bow  before  Thee  in  the  dust ; 

And  through  my  Saviour's  blood  alon 
I  look  for  mercy  at  Thy  throne. 

3  I  leave  the  world  without  a  tear, 
Save  for  the  friends  I  held  so  dear , 
To  heal  their  sorrows,  Lord,  descend, 
And  to  the  friendless  prove  a  friend. 

4  I  come,  I  come  at  Thy  command, 
I  give  my  spirit  to  Thy  hand ; 
Stretch  forth  Thine  everlasting  arms, 
And  shield  me  in  the  last  alarms. 

5  The  hour  of  my  departure's  come. 

I  hear  the  voice  that  calls  me  home ; 
Now,  oh !  my  God,  let  trouble  cease, 
Now  let  Thy  servant  die  In  peace. 

LOGAN. 


They  ftung  as  it  were  a  new  song  before   tn* 
throne."    (Rev.  xiv.  8.) 


INDEX  TO  FIRST  LINES. 


A  littie  while, No.  1 9 

A  pilgrim  through, 49 

Ah  !  I  shall  soon, 28 

All  that  I  was, 16 

And  are  we  yet  alive, 72 

Asleep  in  Jesus, 96 

Awake  ye  saints, S9 

Away  with  our  sorrow, 15 

Be  merciful  to  me, 87 

Beiuved,  it  is  well, 63 

Blessed  be  God, 25 

Breast  the  wave, 96 

Do  not  I  love  Thee, 59 

Earth  has  engrossed, 54 

Faint  not,  Christian, 13 

For  ever  with  the  Lord, 8 

Give  to  the  winds, 5 

Glory  to  God  on  high, £7 

lie  bids  us  come, 12 

Hope  of  our  hearts, 45 

How  blest  is  our  sister, 30 

I  have  a  home, vi 


120 

(  hear  a  voice, No.  64 

'  (  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus, 26 

L  journey  through  a  desert, 83 

[  know  not  the  way, 94 

I  lay  my  sins  on  Jesus, 1 

I'm  going  to  leave, 58 

I  thought  upon  my  sins, 42 

I  was  a  wandering  sheep, 51 

If  God  is  mine, 47 

In  Thy  name,  0  Lord, 20 

Is  God  for  me, 31 

It  is  Thy  hand, 93 

Jehovah  is  our  strength, 84 

Jesus,  I  love  Thee, 92 

Jesus,  my  Saviour, 90 

Jesus,  my  sorrow, 91 

Jesus,  our  Lord, 70 

Jesus,  Thy  name, 80 

Jesus,  we  rest  in  Thee, 97 

Just  as  I  am, 4 

Let  me  be  with  Thee, 34 

Let  sinners  saved, 61 

Let  worldly  minds, 24 

Long  did  I  toil, S6 

Look  thou  with  pity, 6 

Lord  Jesus,  are  we  one, 27 

Lord,  it  belongs  not, 3 

My  God,  my  Father, 35 


121 

My  sins  are  blotted  out, No.  43 

My  soul,  go  boldly  forth, 99 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 55 

No  condemnation, 9 

0  gracious  Shepherd, 77 

0  haste  away, 21 

0  holy  Saviour, 23 

0  Lamb  of  God, 85 

0  Lord,  who  now  art  seated, 10 

0  Thou,  the  contrite  sinner's  friend, ....  41 

One  prayer  I  have, 50 

One  sweetly  solemn  thought, 95 

Our  times, 6 

Pass  away,  earthly  joy, 75 

Praise  ye  Jehovah, 88 

Prayer  is  the  breath, 65 

Prayer  was  appointed, 73 

Press  forward, 60 

Rejoice  for  a  brother, 29 

Rejoice,  ye  saints, 14 

Sing  we  the  song, 48 

Soon  and  for  ever, ^ 74 

Sow  in  the  morn, 71 

Spirit  Divine  !  attend, 46 

Stand  up,  and  bless  the  Lord, 38 

Take  comfort,  Christians, 98 

The  Church  has  waited, 22 

The  hour  of  my  departure, 100 


122 

The  Spirit  in  our  hearts, No.  44 

Thee  will  I  love, 66 

There  is  an  eye, 76 

There  is  an  hour, 50 

There  is  a  morning  star 81 

Thou  art  my  hiding- place, 89 

Through  the  love, 82 

Walk  in  the  light, f 8 

We  cannot  always  trace, 82 

We  love  the  Lord, 40 

We'll  sing  of  Christ, 17 

Welcome,  days, 53 

What  cheering  words, 11 

What  Grace,  0  Lord, 79 

When  along, 7 

When  I  by  faith, 86 

When  I  listen, 52 

When  the  spark, 57 

When  this  passing  world, 2 

When  waves  of  sorrow, 83 

When  we  cannot  see, 18 

Would'st  thou  be  wise, 68 


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